Midnight,

and I'm contemplating laundry. And I'm also wondering if I've eaten. I did cook..... and given that I have shut the door this evening (brb, while I check to make sure I'm not lying yet again - yep, all good), it's unlikely the neighbours snuck into steal my Port Salut and grapes...., so that would have been me. And before accusations of procrastination start flying around, let me just say.... documenting a three hour project management meeting to soothe petulantly, pernickity, graceless Englishmen with less personality than stale watercress sandwich, would make you want to separate the colours from the whites! Hmmm, I now need to counteract the bland imagery I'm faced with - masala mété or black pepper beef stir fry? Maybe both. It's going to be a looong night.