I am in domestic bliss in Southampton. I have a bed, and a real pillow, and real food, and I may have to stay here forever. Feeling heaps better now I'm somewhere that has a working washing machine/shower/hairdryer/sink/front door/all of the above. I'm sure Scott will have more interesting news, because I intend to take full advantage of acting like a sloth and relaxing for the next week or so.