Just to say that my employers have changed their mind, only one week later.  They're now looking for a further redundancy, to come from the four of us that were assured last week that our jobs were secure.  This does mean no four day weeks just yet, but of course the longer term is less rosy.  I'm feeling particularly vulnerable, as of the four of us, I have NO fee paying work lined up over the next few weeks...

I woke up early, since my bladder was full.  I slipped out of bed, visited the bathroom, returned and got back into bed.

"hello" said my beloved
"hello" I replied.  He grasped my left breast.
"You have my boob", I observed.
"It's steerage"
"What?"
"I'm chasing the aliens across the fried plain"
"You're making no sense"
"What do you mean?"
"You're using my boob for steerage, chasing aliens across the fried plain?"
"That makes no sense!"

I realised at that moment that talking to someone that's dreaming can be somewhat hilarious... 

Work's slow at the moment, so I'm wandering the internet.  This article makes lots of sense to me.

For those of us that are daughters, for those that will be mothers, this is just wonderful. The world is a better place for having Neil Gaiman in it