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Ladies and Gentlepeeps of the blogerati, I stand before you today, humbled and modest, to accept this sumptuous award.

The rather lovely (and still on my list of bloggers to meet) Mike, has passed this gorgeous trophy to me and took a moment to give me that most very British of compliments.

Yes, let it be broadcast across the land (or at least as far as the Aldi at the bottom of the road), that I am “an all-round good egg”. I cannot express my emotions at present, so overcome am I with feelings of joy and elation. I must pause here to wipe away a small tear of happiness that has welled in my eye, desperate to escape and flounce off down my cheek.

Right, got the wee bugger with a tissue…

However as bloody usual, there is a caveat. I knew there would be of course, you don’t spend as long as I have mucking about on the interwebs without knowing how these things work. So whilst I’m delighted to receive the award from such a distinguished member of our little hobby, I knew there’d be a catch. Or a set of rules.

And there is, and they state that I have to pass the award on to “five other blogs that you consider deserve this award for their creativity, design, interesting material, and also for contributing to the blogging community”. I also have to credit the originator and so, because I’m British and we know how to follow rules, I have just done so.

Now for the hard bit. Who deserves such a finely crafted objet d’art?

1. I’m gonna cheat a bit for this (I’m sure they won’t mind… ) and nominate two sisters. Both have been blogging for a long time and both bring something different to our little hobby. It wouldn’t be fair to say that you can view one as being ‘serious’ and the other ‘silly’, particularly as they are both prone to outbursts of both so… umm… anyway.. so before I dig myself in any deeper the first award goes, jointly, to Meg of meish and Anna of the Little Red Boat. (I’m also figuring that most of you know about them, so didn’t want to waste two awards by giving them one each… wait, that didn’t come out right…).

2. Next up is a blog I’ve read and enjoyed for years. If you have a few hours to spare head into the archives and prepare for belly laughs and tears. What’s New Pussycat? by the lovely, funny, Shauna, who has recently been published in the equally funny, uplifting and triumphant book The Amazing Adventures of DietGirl (it’s really good!). Note: Shauna claims to be an Australian, and whilst she does use odd words sometimes, she doesn’t like Vegemite so I’m somewhat suspicious…

3. Every now and then you stumble across a blog which just grabs your attention, such was the case a couple of years ago when I happened upon Anne’s blog, I Like. She has a wonderful eye and a genuine love of the things she likes. Part retro-fest, part wonderous exploration of everyday places and things, it continues to inspire and delight.

4. Another old-timer gets the award. Without this man I wouldn’t even know the word obfuscate existed. He continues to churn out the most amazing content and seems to operate at a level higher than most. Sometimes I have to read his posts three or four times to make sure I’m sucked all the beauty I can from them (not all of them though, let’s not get too carried away!). He is currently known as An Unreliable Witness, and I’m sure he will cherish such a glorious award.

5. And, because there is no show without punch, the erratically brilliant blog that is Pandemian. Another blogger who has been at it for a while now, but who remains present and which I have to admit I have a bit of a thing for… so I’m not biased at all. Honest.

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A couple of new blogs (links on the right in the ‘overflow’) to play with. The Big Brother one might be interesting, and Unreliable Witness already has shimmers of possibility.

The update to WordPress and the activation of … er.. one of the spam plugins seems to have done the job. Well worth it.

And in other startling news my headache has gone. It finally gave up around 6pm last night, although I still tried (and failed) to get to bed early. Sorry Zoe but thanks for the advice, although there is no way I could sleep with the window open.

I just can’t do it, it’s the same if there is too much light in the room, I need peace and quiet and darkness before my brain will finally accept the fact that I should be asleep. This holds true for the first few hours after I’ve fallen asleep where the smallest noises can be enough to waken me from my slumber. A few years ago a new fridge heralded a couple of nights of frustrated tossing and turning, the dull whirr and click from downstairs enough to keep me from gaining a comprehensive degree of unconsciousness.

But after the first couple of hours, well just you try and wake me! You could turn our bedroom into a parade ground, or allow an entire African savannah to stampede across the bed and you’d be lucky to get more than a murmur from me. In fact, and this is according to Louise as… well I couldn’t tell you about this because I’m asleep at the time… if you didn’t know me you may think that I’ve slipped away in the night. Between the lack of movement — I have an entire double bed to myself at the moment yet still find myself occupying the usual third, hanging off the edge like some large hairy mountain goat — and the s l o w n e s s of my breathing I can appear to be in a state of complete torpor.

This state remains until the radio switches on at blurry o’clock in the morning, bringing with it the slow painful progress to normal awaken-ness. This process takes until around 9am and includes breakfast, a train journey and two cups of coffee.

So, in an effort to collect some truly awful puns I’ll ask you: How do you sleep?