You've got to be in it to win it.

Tonight, I am filling in the census for our home. Part of me wanted to wait until 27 March, but there are more entertaining things to do on a Sunday.

I don't mind surveys, as long as I get to choose the replies, or the ones I participate in. And the census is important. Maybe Messiah will be born because there's a census.

Or maybe I misread that part of Jewish prophecy...

In other news, a young chap knocked the door earlier tonight. When I answered, he asked if this was my house. "you're awfy young, aren't you?".

While it's a sure-fire way to not making a sale, much like most of his patter, it gave me pause for thought. Should I accept such flattery while it's going?!