I was chatting to James in the kitchen. He was saying how he liked to shake his milk, so it was frothy. It was at that time that a guy leaped over our wall to retrieve his ball from next door.

It's not quite all the boys, but it's certainly a start. I think we might need to learn the techniques that freak these boys before adequate milkshake quality may reasinably be said to be achieved.

I missed Top of the Pops again last night, but it was because I was praying, so I guess I don't mind.