Cockroach poo

Yesterday - well what to say? Highlights included Miracle-Gro helping me to transcribe a near-unintelligible interview with what sounded like Manuel from Fawlty Towers, dithering with William about the cover way past my self-imposed deadline and realising at about 7pm that I needed to go on a layout course.

The proof has some glitches, which are being sorted today. But my chest swells with pride when I look at the sorry little rag. A mother-child bond cemented by a painful birth perhaps?

It's a public holiday on Friday, and I might be going away with some friends of Gro's for the weekend. If Lost doesn't arrive... But I think it's stuck in a post office somewhere. Letters seem to take about a month to arrive.

I may be allowed to take home the car today. Brave new world.

Oh, and when I got back home last night there was an insect the size of a small pony waiting for me in the bath tub. It had left little presents for me that I had to wash away before engaging in a long hot soak. I've never met an insect large enough to produce visible do-dos. It minged. But I got my revenge. The roach is now at the bottom of the bath drain contemplating its sins in an acid bath of insecticide.