Anyway, the sleep-deprivation is really starting to bite now, so I best cease my rambling. News of Olivia's reaction to the Michael Owen transfer (suffice to say it involves an ambulance) will have to wait. So too will my ongoing battles with the word 'Why?' We're Devon bound tomorrow. Which reminds that i must find that list of jobs that Cath left for me to do before she gets home today. In fact, that sounds like her now...