1 in 78 million

New tv is lovely and sounds great. G and I are enjoying a West Wing marathon at the moment. I'm trying to persuade him to call me CJ, although whenever he tries it I always end up responding - yes Mr President? - and it just degenerates from there.

Really not much at all has happened this week. I'm trying to think of something to record other than how bone-chilling the easterly wind has been for the last couple of days.

G is working again tomorrow but we're going out for a nice dinner in the evening. Really looking forward to Sunday which will be our first mutual day off for a fortnight. Not sure what we're going to do yet, but I think it will include a large proportion of relaxation. Of course we could win the 100m jackpot tonight. Odds of 1 in 78 million actually make the UK national lottery seem like a good bet at 1 in 14 million.

I wonder how much I could spend on a beautiful country house and a herd of pygmy goats? G, on the other hand, is going to buy a battleship if he wins.