I thought it was about 4am cos the moon was still up, but no, it was 7.30. Painted the bathroom yesterday while almost simultaneously reaching the conclusion that Trio's Da Da Da is one of the best songs ever written. There was no warning about this on the tub of paint.

It must be almost time to go to Tesco's where L will be frustrated by my indifference about everything other than eggs, celery and lamb, while I will be finding out who has been Reconciling The Seemingly Disparate.

In fact, it's time to go to stinky work. Boo.