Toyah's pantomime has completed its run, and this morning she has been as bright and happy as I can remember. We even got to have a late lay-in, justified in my case by jet-lag. But the exciting domestic news is that Beaton the Wonder Bun (who was noisily eating the artificial rabbit in the bedroom during the night) has FOUR different kinds of rabbit food to sample. A pet food company is eager to have Bun pass approval, and make him a star endorsee. The Little Horse returned last night with her car full of it.
Tomorrow the BBC arrive to shoot part of the Valentine's Day "Songs Of Praise" programme here, and my wife is set to interview me on the subject of love.
"Expect nothing."
