Is ‘fucked’ a technical word? Yes? Good. In that case I fucked up the photocopier yesterday. I used the wrong overhead projector sheets to photocopy onto.

They appear to have melted onto the drum. Hopefully the repair man will make it to us later today with a new drum. When I rang the company we lease the machine off yesterday (it’s called an embarrassing moment, by the way, even though you can’t see the person on the other end of the phone you know what they’re thinking), they said that they don’t keep spare drums in stock and they’d have to order it in, hence the repair man will only turn up if the part gets delivered. So we are without a photocopier, which also acts as the main company printer – and I’m in the dog house. Nothing new there then.

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Why is it that when you buy yourself a treat – in this case, a piece of chocolate cheesecake, which you then hide it in the fridge. And I do mean hide; the box containing it is still wrapped up in a carrier bag which is at the back of the salad drawer, because lets be honest, you know your own family and leaving it on the shelf would be asking for trouble.

That some bugger still manages to track it down and then eats it. Doesn’t ask to whom it belongs. Oh no, just steals it away. The fact that they’ve already eaten their own piece doesn’t come into it, they just help themselves to yours as well.

And…

If they can see my well hidden piece of cheesecake, how come they can’t see the lump of cheese that’s right in front of their nose? Which, roughly translated, means that you have to come all the way downstairs to point out the obvious.

While I’m having a moan - yes, you're right, it happens a lot. Live with it, everyone else has to - why does my son have to take after his father? Why couldn’t he be more like me? It’s obviously some sort of genetic male thing – something to do with puberty maybe? – they reach a certain age and they can no long find things that are so obvious it amazing they haven't fallen over them or ask for directions.

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This is a first for me – I’ve never done it before. I’m writing to my MP. What, I hear you ask, has motivated me to undertake such a task. I'll tell you. They want to move the library books out of the castle.

It’s no ordinary library. It was built in 1782 by Bishop Hurd to house his books, a bishop's library, and one of the few that remain still intacked; some of the books were given to him by George III. The books line the walls of the room including the door itself and it still contains all of its original furniture.

As a child I spent many a weekend walking around the castle; the state rooms were only open on the first Sunday in every month. If I remember right, it cost 5½p to get into the State rooms and to walk around the gardens afterwards, instead of just the 2½p that it cost to get into the part of the castle that houses the museum. I loved wandering around there as a child, I couldn’t have told you why at the time, it just fascinated me. There was something magical about it.

The Bishop of Worcester has announced that he will be retiring next September and further Bishops will no longer reside at the castle. With this comes the news that they propose to remove the books, and with it the end of a part of history.

I don’t suppose my letter will make that much difference, other than the fact that I’ve stood up for something I believe in. I can but hope that other will do the same and we don't lose another bit of our history.