Oh joy. The wireless connection just went whilst I was working on my next assignment (that was yesterday evening), so I turn the computer off and think, "Well, whatever. I'll go to bed then. What's that dripping sound?" for there is a dripping sound coming from . . . somewhere. Eventually I think to look under the sink. Hmmmm. There's the problem. The sink, that had previously been full with luke-warm soapy water, has slowly been leaking into the storage space below. Joy joy joy. I clean it up, make a mental note to buy a new U-bend from Wilkinson's and go to bed. Hmmmm. Only there's a small child, lying in a cot, in my bedroom, screaming and crying. The child has eaten all he can eat, has a clean nappy, clean clothes, is warm and must be tired. "Hmmm, I know - I'm really tired, nothing's really bothering me, all's right with the world . . . better start crying then."

Oh, I didn't need a U-bend after all . . . just a plug-hole and the bit that connects the plug-hole to the U-bend. No pictures of A****** at the moment. He's got puss-filled spots all over his chin. No-one wants to see that. The week beginning August 22nd is going to be party week. M**** and A****** will be in Lancaster (my god - I'll be able to sleep for more than four hours at a time). Rav and Walter, if you're reading this, Thursday night? 25th August? Leeds? Or indeed anyone else . . .