Oh dear. As if blogging wasn't enough of a distraction from work, I've gone and given into another temptation. The Sims. Ooh, it's good. Addictive though. Me and the kids set up a family of 5 first, with all of our names. Bloody hell, it was a nightmare, trying to manage everyone's needs and wants - far too much like real life. Forget that. Last night we set up a new family, of just a man and woman, and we'll give them three kids gradually. Much more sensible. Youngest is very keen to call one of the Sim children 'Little Lord Jesus' whereas the other two are going for the far more mature names of 'Poo-Poo' and 'Big-Bum'. (When does that toilet humour phase end, anyway? Ever?) The only problem is the grown-up Sims we've got so far don't seem able to go to work and earn any money, they keep arsing around at home. Hmmmm. Irony, anyone?