This morning, I am feeling pleasantly dehydrated. Why oh why do the voices make me drink the naughty alcohol? Oh well, I'm not complaining.

Oh, hang on, yes I am. I'm complaining that I'm up at half nine on a Saturday morning. The double-glazing guy is coming to fix the window in the bathroom which one of the housemates broke whilst I was in Southwold moving house. Tsk.

Is it too early to start drinking?