After having been in the house for the past few weekdays due to what I could only call 'scheduling' I've been forced to suffer the horrors of daytime television.

On Tuesday it was the ITV news, featuring Anne Diamond cheating at Celebrity Fit Club. The most curious thing I found about this story was that it appeared on 'the news', rather than 'the boring stuff nobody needs to know about'. This was followed by Jeremy Kyle on ITV2. When I said to my housemate that I'd never heard of him she gave me a look as though I were some sort of imbecile and had just asked what that bright thing in the sky was.

Fortunately today I had the remote, meaning PMQs blasted out of the set. Oh how I laughed knowingly as a bunch of immature half-wits took verbal chunks out of each other - what better way to prepare for going back to school tomorrow?

Being on placement at a religious school is having a very bizarre effect on me. Last night I had a dream that my housemate was pregnant with my baby, except that the usual protocol for creating life had been circumnavigated. Given that only one person has ever been successful in making babies this way - and He's quite mighty - it makes me wonder if I'm developing some kind of messiah complex.

I fully intend to avoid wearing white robes though.