Pee po belly bum drawers

For the puerile of mind, Bucharest is a good place to be. I have just walked from the Hilton to my beloved employer's offices: the route included Bulvardul Schitu and Calea Plopi. What's more, it's a beautiful morning, the sun is shining, a friend is arriving this afternoon and I managed to get here without getting lost. Zippety doo dah!

Now, oh yes, I have to do all the work I didn't get round to this week. Bugger. Oh well. I suppose I ought to be grateful that the Guardian talkboards appear to be down at the moment (I'm not, though).