A person's a person, no matter how small

It's a mild summer's evening, and I'm sitting at home waiting for the Lurch to finish his first proper day at his new job (congrats baby!) whilst forcing myself to not open that beautiful looking bottle of wine sitting over there staring at me. Instead of forcing myself to write proper articles that actually make me money, I've decided to sit down and watch Horton Hears A Who! on FilmFour.

I'm sitting here watching Horton Hears A Who! (exclamation mark is absolutely necessary) and soaking up every glorious moment as if I were five years old. I've realised that, scary as it may seem, or perhaps even as weird as it may seem, that Dr Seuss has well and truly moulded me into the individual that I am.

Much like my childhood obsession with Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (which prompted me to once try and fit through an actual rabbit hole aged five. Result? Broken nose and several bruises to the face area) I worshipped every weird word that came from Dr Seuss as a child. I still have several of the Seuss books that I devoured as a child, and have lovingly replaced the ones that got lost along the way to adulthood.

I implore each and every one of you - no matter how old or young, how silly or structured you are - to head down to the nearest library or book shop or DVD place and buy or rent a Dr Seuss book or movie. But preferably a book. It doesn't matter which one (although I recommend The Lorax). Just read it. Every single page.

I promise you that you will love every second of it. And you might even learn a thing or two!

In which a box takes over my bed...

Kids, there's a big change a coming! I've decided to put my geek hat on and get back to what I love the most - learning. Well, I say "put the geek hat back on", in all truthfulness, it never left my head. It's pretty much just an extension of my hair.

Right, I signed up to an Arts & Humanities course with the Open University and sort of forgot all about it until this morning when the mother of all boxes landed on my doorstep. I kid you not, it's just about the biggest box ever. The Lurch carried it from the door to the bedroom, but he just sort of flopped it onto the bed and now I can't move it without fearing for my life.

So now I'm sort of stuck in a weird, almost acrobatic, position on the bed, writing away but with pins and needles in my legs. I have a massive book on Shakespeare under my elbows and I'm pretty sure I broke a toe when I tried to stretch my leg out but caught it on the box.

Honestly, if this is what it's going to be like for the next ten months, I'm not too sure I want to do it. Sure, I love learning and gettin' my geek on but, well, I like having a nice feeling in my legs a hell of a lot more.