I saw a Dalek invasion today.

There were shelves and shelves of Daleks in the supermarket.

They are bubble bath bottles.

It made me smile, which was nice - I don't smile enough.

At work, I have responsibilities that I take very seriously.

Raising my daughter, I have responsibilities I take very seriously.

Looking after my wife, who has an as yet undiagnosed illness that's laid her low for a couple of months (so far), I have responsibilities I take very seriously.

I can't switch off.

I literally cannot stop being responsible for stuff, and it's driving me nuts.

From the moment I wake up, to the moment I go to sleep, someone is counting on me - it feels like I don't have a second where I can kick back and just BE.

I'm not a fan of dark nights, and dark mornings.

It makes me miserable, and I obsess on silly little things.

I overcorrect by being too pushy or trying to be too chirpy, and it ends up annoying people I don't want to annoy.

I need to calm down and keep my mouth shut from September to April.

Well, there it is. Today is the day that my daughter (8) takes her first walk down the aisle.

No - we're not marrying her off - the church that we attend invited her to be a server, so today she's putting on a robe and is responsible for the candles.

They are giving an eight year old responsibility for setting things on fire, and then carrying them through a 1,100 year old buiding. I'm not sure that they've totally taken on board that she's two years younger than all of their other servers, because she's so tall and outspoken...

And people think I'M odd?

I'm very proud, but can't help thinking it's just another dressing up party for her - just as long as she doesn't try to pass the Vicar eyball punch during the communion, we'll be fine.

I got home today to find my house full of monsters.

My daughter had asked for a Halloween party, and as school is on half-term break this week, we'd agreed she could have some friends round for a "spooky crafts" party.

My wife organised it and did all the work, and by the time I got home from work, the house was full of tiny witches and ghouls who had spent the afternoon making spiders and cat masks and so on, all doing "the time-warp".

Very, very odd.