I shouldn't be expected to blog at my age. You don't know what it's like. I'm in agony with my pelvis. My symphysis pubis has completely had it. I can barely move, I tell you. Even sitting still is a torture. And it's Paul's birthday this week. I hope I'm not going to be expected to make a cake. If they think I'm going to make a cake, they've got another thing coming. I'd have to get margarine in. When am I going to find the time to get margarine?