It's RAINING! Not just a little bit, but heaps of it. That's crazy talk in this dust bowl town of ours. I spent all morning holed up at home being bored out of my mind. I can't even remember what I was doing really. Not a good sign. Well, this time yesterday I was lazing by the pool reading a terrible book I borrowed from the local library. It was a truly awful read. But once you're stuck poolside with such a book you just have to keep reading. At least I had a bit of a sleep in this morning after a late one with a bottle of white, didn't get up til 8:30am...



I watched SuperNanny, the highlight of daytime TV at the moment (which just goes to show how low things have crept since ratings season is over) and amused myself by tut tutting at ludicrous parents. I can't remember who said this recently, but I wholeheartedly agree, there should be a parenting license issued before couples are allowed to conceive. If so many people need someone who has a limited grasp of English grammar to come into their house and explain to them what I thought was simple common sense then perhaps things really are as bad as I fear. I'm sure it is very difficult to watch your child have a tantrum about something and work themselves up, but the alternative is letting them treat you like an errand boy for the rest of their life. I know which I'd prefer. But obviously SuperNanny's on a good wicket, she's figured out before anyone else that there are heaps of these dysfunctional families around who are willing to embarrass themselves on TV out of a peculiar mix of desperation and vanity. I guess it would produce excellent footage for 21st birthdays too...



After SuperNanny left, kids tamed, parents back to a simmer, The Ellen Degeneres Show came on. She's made like Oprah and given all her audience Xmas gifts like crazy. I've never seen so much screaming and crying and jumping up and down since parliament closed for the hols. Why do the audiences in America scream so much? I don't think I have ever had cause to scream in a live audience, or in private that much either come to think of it. Am I particularly sedate and self-controlled, or are these women all on drugs? Why so excited? It's more than a little freaky to watch.