"You're so old," I said. "What happened?"

Well, Nick's said there's probably no point me being here after talking to Hsiao-Che tomorrow, so there's some vague chance I'll get the shopping done after all. We have to work out what we're going to do  between the beginning of January and Nick getting back from India a week later.

I've been singing Hallelujah to myself a lot again this morning. I don't actually remember whether I have a copy of the original. I must check and make sure I do. From looking at the sleeve it doesn't strike me as likely.

Ho hum. Peter from upstairs hasn't turned up to discuss his project. In fifteen minutes he'll have missed me.