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Each and every month we need a rare and special achievement to help us rejoice in our lives. My rare and special achievement this January is to have found more than one pair of shoes that fit, on sale. Minion #2's is to have reached volume 100 in her Dr Who collection. Only 56 books to go, she says, since she isn't collecting novelisations.

On an entirely different note, one of my siblings has evinced a deep desire to turn me into Nanny Ogg. She says the reason is obvious. I look in the mirror and see not a scrap of Oggishness. If anyone can explain my inner Ogg to me, I would be grateful. Depending on what it consists of, I may or may not be pleased.