Is it just me, or is the whole dating thing becoming Big Business? I suppose in years gone by there were the Lonely Hearts columns with code like GSOH and NS to decipher. But now there are a whole host of websites willing to advertise you for £20 a month. One student at Leeds has embarked upon her finals - The Husband Project - at Art College and has allocated 3 months to the quest of finding Mr Right.

Perhaps it's Spring Fever, but this manhunt (or womanhunt) seems to be contagious. Some of my divorced friends are decidedly restless and skittish and you can almost see the hormones whizzing round as they declare themselves 'ready now'. Don't ask.

Last night Garry and I went out for dinner with a couple who met at a Speed Dating Session and seem very happily hitched, so perhaps there's something in it.

Today my daughter & I have been rewriting her friend, Matthew's, profile on a dating website because we thought he hadn't done himself justice. She said he sounded like a boring banker! Apparently, adventurous alliteration is the name of the game. I'm tittering to myself as I ponder some alternative adjectives, intoxicated by the intrigue - and I haven't even so much as sniffed a wine gum.

What a brilliant job, matching up profiles and interfering in everyone's love life. You could be like Cilla Black and have loads of hats for successful hits! Or I could marry them all off to each other, boost the Church of England's statistics for the year and earn a pat on the back from 'the Bish'.

On the other hand, it's probably all done by computers these days, simply by matching up tick-list criteria. Oh well I'll get back to making Bath Bombs and planning tomorrow's Colour Consultation. Or I could knock off for the evening, and tempt my husband away from his work with some chilled White Wine. I'm happy to report that after all these years he still ticks all my boxes...