I successfully deposited James at Gatwick airport this morning. And now I just want to go to bed. I�ve had two nights of five hours sleep, as well as a steady (though moderate) intake of alcohol over the last three days. And I think the meal I had in Soho Spice may have taken my system slightly by surprise. (Two points here: [1] Cheers to Neil for the directions when I phoned him from Leicester Square, despite the fact that he was on holiday in Barcelona; [2] The deficit of toilet roll in the house this morning was not a good thing).

BUT, my house is no longer broken. NiceHousemateLady found a plumber on Wednesday who was able to come round yesterday (when I was at the RAS Waves meeting), which means I can spend today in the warm safety of my room, away from things in shops which I�d inevitably break. Or even shops which I�d inevitably break).

This is a good thing, as I can feel my concentration vanishing rapidly� rubbish� Still haven�t found out why Mr Fraser was on the radio during the week, or indeed any of the story surrounding the text I got from my wee sister on that subject. Cheers to her for that, though. I was just stuck in some messy FFT stuff that had to be fed through the science mangle in my head.

Think I�ll sign off now. Ramble ramble ramble�