Just woken up from a good two hour or so sleep. Missed Songs of Praise but Country file on at 7pm, essential Sunday evening viewing. I had tried and was unsuccessful as I failed to bring a chocolate orange cream from a tin of Quality Street under control in my mouth and had that awful sensation of when it makes a bid for freedom down the wrong hole, which brings on an Oscar winning performance. Tears down your face, the tongue forced out as far as it will go and with very big back slaps the offending article flies out into a strategically placed tissue. Oh the joys of being nil by mouth but the draw of chocolate is just too much a girl can bear,