Hello, how are you? At the moment I'm avoiding the upstairs bathroom, but I know it will find me eventually...I had planned to get back to writing the novel this week, but Twin 2 has slightly sabotaged my free time by having to go to hospital for a hip x-ray and also being sent home from school by claiming to have a sore throat. I think I believe her - however, she has just been eating popcorn and I've heard her screaming whilst playing 'Narnia' with her sister, so her throat may not be quite as sore as she's making out. The bathroom is calling me "Clean me!" it's wailing plaintively. "Please clean me before I die under this crust of hardened toothpaste and dog hair." I suppose I'd better go...