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What ho. Ten to five on a Friday, my stomach is grumbling, I'm out of scrabulous moves and I want to go home. I have spent the entire day feeling vaguely sick and sleepy after a Christies drinking session last night and I just want a log fire and a bar of dairy milk, in that order.

I have been rereading the Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon and marvelling at how completely great it is, thinking that it would have been amazing to have lived through that culture and how something that was written so long ago can be just so entirely brilliant and true. The stuff it contains is so true today. For instance when Shonagon writes a list of things that she dislikes, and one of them is 'the inside of a cat's ear'. I inspected Molly's after reading that and it was black and sticky looking. Not nice at all.