Smarter not harder

It is with regret I find the evening has left me a mere seven minutes to get characters on screen. When I say the evening what I actually mean is my evening of open poetry/spoken word goodness, a boy who keeps me talking for time periods which even I know are wrong and two bowls of crunchy nut cornflakes prior to laptop switch on. I have however been shown the error of my blogging ways (see comment made by Helen on yesterday's blog). So watch what I'm about to do - it's very clever. That's how you know I couldn't possibley have come up with it on my own.