We made it

I would like to publicly thank the Bs for looking after me competently enough that we made it through to M's return from 3 nights away without any trips to the hospital, police station or lunatic asylum. Here is pictorial evidence that B1 had a lovely time, more on the Flickr site.

Meanwhile, I wanted to cry with hysterical incredulity at the Daily Mail, with nostalgic sadness at the distance between Sydney and Shepton Mallet, and with sheer bloody frustration at Arsenal.