Considering it's one minute to midnight, it's frickin' boiling. If there is one down side to hot weather, it's definitely the nights. I'm not even moving and yet it's too hot to contemplate getting up to find the fan. Despite this desire to stay still, I have made waves today.

The Father got me involved in the beginning stages of what is the next Higgs Family project; the self assembly wardrobes for the parents room. Considering the loathing associated with this sort of task, I am actually quite fond of the process. Having to figure out what goes where, then ending up with some credible looking piece of furniture (even if it isn't the most aesthetically pleasing object) there is a certain sense of satisfaction that harks back to the days of Lego. Before I finally got to old for it, every morning I would rush downstairs to the front room before primary school, flick on the TV (quietly, as 6am was too early for anyone, including me nowadays) and would start flinging those bricks and blocks and struts and panels about like nobodies business until I had the most awesomeist of helicopters or hovercrafts or warships or planes or cranes or automobiles. Loved it. I think I used to dream in red, blue, white and yellow rectangles. Sometimes I still do.

I also managed to collar Sister Two's boyfriend, Rich, for some help with my latest of projects. The world of print is something pretty new to me, and for all my jargon and technical tit-bits, my applied knowledge leaves something to be desired. In steps Rich who works for his parents at 'the Firm' which is a full scale litho-press. CYMK and all the rest. With some print projects nearly at pre-press I decided to get some well needed advice on what's what and the true technical details of what I need to do to make 3000 beautiful glossy brochures (or however many they need). It's good to get some input, and it looks like I maybe getting a free proof which is really great and will save a few quid. Cheers Rich.

The strange thing is, that all these print projects come to the fore now, just as I'm getting to know a couple of people in the trade. Turns out that our new next door neighbour earns his keep that way too, and although I haven't had a chance to quiz him about anything yet, at some stage I will probably need to usurp some knowledge.

The Mother has supplied me with some trainer socks. I hope these ones don't vanish as fast at the previous sets. I have a couple of theories about where they got to; the first being that the Sisters have masterminded some plan to leave me barefeet and stolen them, however this loses credibility quickly when I realise they spend most of their time telling me to put some socks or shoes on to cover the smell. The second theory, well, there isn't a second theory yet, and I don't mind it being that way. Just as long as I'm not subject to the same pain as I was last time when I lost so many socks in so little time.

The IdeasFactory Creative Class 2005/6 has been announced. Admittedly it was a few days ago, but I forgot to check. I knew that my entry wasn't selected as a winning one a while back, but I did get some nice feedback on my works from Matt Clugston from Clusta web design. Strangely, I had a random appreciation from a site visitor vis-a-vis my portfolio not so long ago. It's really nice to get feedback like that, especially when you're not expecting it.

Look at this, it's so Windows 1885...

I phoned James earlier. I thought I better had remind him we are going on holiday together in a few weeks, and since I last spoke to him properly at Easter, there was every chance he might have forgot. It turns out he hadn't (funnily enough) but he had gone to bed as Simon explained to me on the phone. After I'd successfully woken him and dragged him to the phone, we small talked for a while then fixed a day to meet up and go through the remainder of the travel plans. All sorted.

And now I need some sleep myself.