Last night was spent holding spikeylady as close as I possibly could and gossiping a lot; this morning is spent reflecting that to be as subtle as a brick is for some people not just an effort but a far-distant goal. Sigh. Humans.
Also, members of my family appear to have discovered Joel Veitch. I now have the fear.
I think it might be going to be another of those days...one in which I also try to convince myself that running up to Cambridge on Tuesday night for The Calling, and then accompanying ghoti back to London, is not, in fact, as viable or good an idea as it seems...