The Doctor is suffering, submerged by a cold. Despite not being able to speak, she's still bossed me about. Quite a trick.
Nice time in the pub last night, though we're all old and rubbish and left by 10. Much appreciation of my new, spanking haircut, with girls wanting to run their hands through it. So that worked, then. L, sweetly, asked permission. Though not from me...
And the thing in the book that threw me yesterday?
"His name was George Mouse; he wore wide suspenders to his wide pants".
John Crowley, Little, Big, p. 8.