On the same day that I was celebrating the fact that Ghost and I were both working, our taxes had been sorted out so we had some money, I'd lost a great deal of weight and that it happened to be a gloriously sunny day...

my dearest friend in the world, Chiliflower, has found out that her father has a malignant, inoperable tumour.

He has chosen to refuse chemo, but, despite being a staunch Catholic, he is welcoming prayers of all denominations.

Chili's dad is a top bloke, right up on top of my list of guys I wish were my dad as well. He's gentle, kind, witty, blindingly intelligent and an all round sweetie.

Some of you have met Chili. Others of you will have seen her around here or read of some of our adventures.

So if I could call on you lot to send white light, prayers, whatever spare good vibes you've got to Chili and her family right now, I'd really appreciate it. Thank you.