So thanks to the invaluable help of Niggle (who is, I believe, sans LJ) I have finally exchanged the Fisher Price interface on my netbook for the more adult (and much better looking) Ubuntu. It's so nice to have an OS that doesn't need to be hacked in order to install new software (no, really, Linpus has most of its administrative controls locked away completely out of sight unless one knows the key combinations to unlock them). I am now a very happy Bin with regard to my, as yet un-named, netbook.

Less satisfaction was derived from the Be Good To Yourself cauliflower cheese I have just endured. My advice to you is to be good to yourself and avoid this sour travesty of food like the plague. Next week I shall be going back to the full-fat version, even if I do have to scrape most of the nummy sauce off.

The thought of an Easter without an Easter Egg is rapidly becoming an insupportable concept. Easter is a very important festival to me for some reason and I refuse to let a diet come between me and my traditional celebrations. Well ok, the diet will interfere a bit (a lot) but I'm determined to get myself a smallish hollow chocolate egg. This is unlikely to kill me or cause my weight to suddenly balloon so the hell with it. I suspect that this year may be even better than normal in some ways, as I shall almost certainly savour the egg more than ever before.