Best Beloved is away in Nottingham at some conference, so I'm living the single life until Friday. Spoke to him on the blower this a.m. - he vouchsafed that he had 'a bit of a beer head'. Oh dear! and him about to lead a workshop. Will he never learn?

I, of course, would never be so foolish as to drink far too much vodka at a conference and then have to spend the next day sleeping it off in the car in a back-street in Sheffield (because I had to check out of my room at 10am) - no siree, bob. For I am a creature of moderation and without flaw...

Oh, yes!