I bought a cookie and I eated it

We seem to be settling into a comfortable routine.

After her evening rampage and supper, Daisy sleeps at the end of the bed quite happily all night. When the alarm goes off at five to six I have about two minutes after I switch the bedside light on before she starts biting my face so I'll get up and feed her.

I made the mistake this morning of going into the bathroom in order to ponder the mysteries of the universe. Daisy decided she'd try and jump up onto my lap using my left leg as a scratching post en route, leaving me with a gouge 5 centimetres long. Lovely.

It's dark in the woods for the morning walk now, with just a hint of the pre-dawn light still to be seen on the horizon. I'll have to change the batteries in my torch soon I think. Walking back I was surprised to see traffic queuing up the main road towards the A61 at a quarter to seven in the morning. It must be the roadworks still on going since the summer floods causing the problem.

The traffic was bad going the other way down to the motorway as well when I left the house at half past seven. I guess that I'm just resigned to crawling along for most of the journey now. Still, at least I've got a good selection of stuff on my mp3 player to listen to, including an excellent retrospective of 2000AD which went into a little more detail than the Comics Britannia programme on BBC4 last night. I'd forgotten about early strips like Invasion which had Margaret Thatcher being summarily executed by the Volgon invaders. Happy days.

I was stuck in traffic somewhere around junction 26 and trying to find the travel bulletin and somehow ended up on Radio 1 by mistake. When did they start playing decent music again? They seem to have cut back on Chris Moyles' irritating shouty bits and reintroduced the Golden Hour with two half slots from two different years of oldies. The segment I listened to had such delights as the Specials, Squeeze, Queen, Michael Jackson (before he went crack-a-lack ding-dong mental) and the fabulous Earth, Wind and Fire with Boogie Wonderland. The year in question was 1979 which made me feel old, as I could still remember all of the tracks from the first time around. Hey ho.

Work was the same old, same old with the usual long to-do list but I scored at least some brownie points knocking together a 90 day aged debtors report for the maintenance division in five minutes. Yay me. By lunchtime I felt I had earned a treat, so I bought a pack of Mr Tesco's finest freshly baked white chocolate chip cookies and I eated one of them. Yum.

Another drive home, just clocking in at under three hours, a nice cup of coffee and a half hour of Bioshock where I hacked the security system so that all of the wandering splicers got ripped to shreds by my tame security bots whilst I picked up the loot. Spag Bol for tea, a glass of beer and Flight of the Conchords to watch in a bit - hurrah!