Pain in the neck

It's my birthday today. Hurrah. Except no one's celebrating because things are just too damn busy. Rosie likes it though. She opened my presents and told all her teachers and friends. So now everyone knows how old I am. Great.

I am experimenting with a new tactic re. the baby thing. I have suggested to the Prince that he has a vasectomy.

"I'm resigned to the fact you do not want more kids," I said. "So let's get our sex life back properly. It's the only option don't you agree?"

It's absolutely genius. He's starting to realise what it's like, this feeling of facing a future with no more chances of kids.

His reaction was "no way, what if we want to have another bubba in six months or something?" to which I replied if we are ever going to do it, it has to be now.

I do not want to turn 40 with a sticky out tummy and a ban on alcohol. I want that one to be a celebration - a coming out if you will - not a shrinking away from the world type scenario.

Of course, I'm not pushing it. Slowly, slowly, catchy baby.

News from last few weeks: (warning - very boring indeed)

- Got loads of work in

- Have been banned from the laptop by Europe's top osteopath. He says my upper spine needs the curve put back in it. It's causing a right pain in the neck literally and metaphorically at £50 a shot.

- Have got a lovely actress and teacher renting the flat

- Have been checking out Ramsgate's amazingly massive period properties for sale at a snip

- Have got Rosie into a lovely school by the Millennium Dome (she came with me on the parents' tour and kept kissing my hand she loved it so much)

That's it.