In which I heroically resist the temptation to do a one-word post.

Tired, headache, sore throat. Walked around town, shopped, drank cappuccino; met Sunday Painter and talked about age and the fading of hopes over a glass of wine. Then to the office for five hours' indecisive work on the competition. Bah.

Treated myself to a smoked-salmon and cream cheese sandwich for dinner. (What? as if you don't have smoked salmon in your fridge.) I shall now read blogs for a half-hour or so before bed, with a cup of hot chocolate.

But before I go, let me bring to your notice a recent Savage Chicken.

Three down, twenty-seven to go.