Steve has synesthesia, which is apparently quite unusual in a) men and b) right-handers. It’s inherited, too, so maybe our kids will be able to taste shapes and smell music. Steve sees people and days of the week (among other things?) as colours. Apparently I am a rich purply shade. Damn right.

The first post of 2006 is about food. I’m thinking of taking up smoking, as apparently it’s a marvelous appetite suppressant, but sadly after about two drags on a cigarette I get really woozy and start stumbling into traffic (as nearly happened this afternoon outside the office), so I may need a plan b. Not wanting to ruin my day of healthy eating (fruit & fibre cereal, green tea, sushi) I just went to Tesco for carrot sticks and houmous. Yay me. The photo is what I had for lunch yesterday: McDonald’s.

We have a slight mouse problem. We found a dead one, curled up next to a Quality Street wrapper (they do love sweets, bless ‘em) when we moved in, and one ran into the bathroom when Steve was in there. A few days ago we left a loaf of seeded bread, in its wrapper, on the kitchen counter, and when I picked it up the next morning there was a giant, chewed hole in the wrapper, a chunk of bread missing, and lots of crumbs. Oh dear.