Music music music. I wonder what my neighbours must think of me as I'm crazily listening to all kinds of music at the moment to try and put my soundtrack together. Lovely angel Ross has already done most of the work for me with his sack of CDs. But working out what should go where is a nightmare.

Still, I imagined that I attracted the attention of The Man Who Lives Opposite (who appears to have a lovely 'new' vintage car now) last night with my eclectic selection pulsing out across the twilight street. I expect he was wishing I would turn the volume down.