I know it sounds unlikely, but, 'twixt form tidying, choir practices, practsing the organ for tomorrow, handwriting competitions, 'treasures' (don't ask) and changing room clearance, a 'window' has actually appeared. That probably means nothing more than that I have missed something on a notice somewhere, and I'm in the wrong place at the wrong time. If that should be the case, then I will simply upload whatever I've churned out.

I thought I'd just tell you a little more about the lodge party. We started by having a lodge meeting, which, to the Newtonians, means only one thing: Sir's cross. He pretended to be, of course, just to get people into the spirit of the evening, you understand, and then announced that there was to be a party in lodge. And we think the boys are perverse! Fortuitously (although you might not think so) for us, X Factor's Got Dancing Talent or whatever it's called was on, which meant the final of that could run 'concurrently'. (Such a great word.)

Thus, we divided the lodge members up into three groups and had ten minutes of a game in three different venues. Pictionary, the Chocolate Game (you know, the one where they have to put hat and gloves on and consume a bar of Dairy Milk) and charades all came into their own, and everyone seemed to enjoy them. Each group had a go at each game, of course.

X Factorisation occurred, while the staff prepared the eating and drinking part of the evening. Don't worry, there was nothing alcoholic - apart from the fizz in the adults' glasses. The boys were coaxed away from the screen and came to consume.

The evening concluded with immense cheering of Joe, followed by community carol singing in our drawing room. It was all very pleasant indeed and all over too quickly.

And now, sure enough, I have to go. See you tomorrow.