Hello? Yes. Got back from Tenerife at about . . . erm . . . three in the morning? Something like that. When we added in baggage retrieval, waiting for a taxi in the freezing cold (although I don't know if I would have waited less had it been warm) and the journey from Leeds/Bradford Airport back to M****'s, this ends being more like 5am or thereabouts. So, I wake up about eight hours later, grab my bags and the items from M****'s bag that wouldn't fit into my case (or that would, but that it was easier not to), and then head back to my place. So, whilst I have started unpacking my bags and I've even managed to get someone round to 'fix' the boiler, but this was another embarrassing incident . . . The boiler engineer comes round, we wander around the house together, trying to work out how the electricity gets into the thing, as this seems the obvious problem, the lack of electricity and, erm . . . yeah. What happened? Oh, yes, I remember. So this guy's going, "These are some steep stairs," as he's having to go to the first floor to see that boiler, then the ground floor, hoping to find some obvious exit points for the mains cable and then down to the cellar where all the mains cables end, but . . . Well, I leave him alone after he says, "I'll have to take up the floorboards," but then a couple of minutes later, he calls me from downstairs and here's the problem . . . there's a switch, see, running along the skirting board, right next to a mains socket there, and this had been flipped, thereby turning the power off to the boiler. He flicked the switch and the boiler started working again. Oooops. And I'm left paying someone £20 to flick a mains switch. Hmmmmm. So to finish that sentence above . . . I've been completely distracted by my computer, having decided now is a good time to upgrade to kernel 2.6.3. I think it's time for a reboot now.