Do not pass Go.

I've finished the book about the streets on the Monopoly board. It went down very easily - if all books were that much fun, I could probably read one every year. I liked the mention of the strange protein/lust man that Nicky mentions occasionally too. And many other things. Far too many to mention.

I was passed on the way home by a Bentley at a road junction. It was a strange silvery car with oddly fused lines, and as it went past the image flashed across my mind of an equally silvery and fused (but rather slimier) egg being squeezed out the back of a queen bee. I'm absolutely sure this wasn't the reaction the designers were pursuing, but then I'm equally sure that I'm not their target market.

I think my living room looks better with the check sofa moved.

Firss glass diggud do Dottinghab.

Today I will mostly be having a slight cold. This means that I'm annoying people by sneezing a lot and gradually working my way through a bogroll. No chance of a day off work unless I actually start to feel ill, though.

In other news, the filter wheel is still working. Following a cunning tip-off, it's even working under full software control, co-ordinated with the monochromator and various other bits of microscope automation. This means that (with respect to one instrument, at least) we're where we wanted to be last summer. Go us. We rock, clearly.