Stop throwing that dust around here, Mr Barrowman, we are trying to get things clean

Today is Home Blessing Day for those of you who give a monkeys about my Flylady month. Six tasks, from dusting to vacuuming, with each taking just ten minutes. The only way I could get a vacuum around my house in ten minutes would be to run around with it unplugged.

I am so very much looking forward to the BBC's new mini-series of Torchwood, which starts tonight, though not for the reason cited by Limecat. Five nights of sci-fi in a row! And there were three radio plays last week, which being the anal type of geek I am, I had to download.

But as to John Barrowman's (cough) charms, I find myself completely baffled. Especially after seeing him on Tonight's the Night, jumping around in a shiny suit with some grinning back-up dancers, looking for all the world like Shane Richie.

However it's a good job somebody fancies him, because practically all the new characters the Torchwood team meet in the radio plays are his character's former lovers. It seems that his - ahem - winkle is one of the main plot protagonists. Where would they be without it? Who on earth would they find to talk to?

(Winner of my blogiversary giveaway is The List Writer, who has the Random Number Generator to thank for her success. Now I need to know what book/ coffee coarseness she requires...)