whatho | Once upon a time there were three unrelated paragraphs.

Last I dreamt mostly about Paul Merton and Ian Hislop dancing. Pretty much that was all there was. Ian was wearing a suit and Paul was wearing a grey jumper. I also dreamt that my favourite saucepan had melted. I was fairly unhappy about that, but it came before the dancing bit, so essentially that was all right.

I'm massively annoyed with being unable to write. It's been six days. I know I'm on a computer right now, but this is the first time it's been abandoned for any length of time, it's being the internet computer, and I can't write this late in the evening because my brain is soup. My own computer won't take my memory stick, claiming it doesn't have the software until I attempt to load the software, and then it says it does have the software, which it doesn't. And the other computer, the nice on in the front room that lets me write and watch the telly and be in company all at the same time, has died most tragically. I am, indeed, complaining about ALL of the household computers being not quite right. Mostly I need to be flogged slightly.

I love David Attenborough. This is merely a statement of truth.