Tuesday 6am - up early to the aroma of Blossom Hill & Grolsch. Glen never looked much like going out (Christ.. it's minus 10 out there!) Zak (kind of) make a dash down the stairs (cue iminent weeing activity in garden). Alas, to no avail he just stretched and went back upstairs - quite possibly to the comfort of 'Dad's Side'. Resplendent as he was in low tog quilt. Not sure what time to head to the factories tonight? Must remember to buy beer after work, and don't run out of tabs either (I hate it when that happens don't you?) Good, there's only 5 hours of limb lingering soaps, but I'm still trying to finish Booth's latest Cooper & Fry exploit. Tust me I'm priest!