Hardly any email waiting for me at all, this morning... always a bad sign, means I'll have to do some work instead. (One of the few was to inform me my actress friend in England has started seeing a new bloke she doesn't fancy-- if I'd known that was her type I'd have asked her out years ago!)
The first public draft of the HIG will apparently be released for review later today. Fortunately I've only just picked up my flameproof suit from the dry cleaners.
Bought my first Christmas present at the weekend, as it has to go to America-- I promise not to think about Christmas again until about December 17th. Saturday also saw Scotland soundly thrashed by the All Blacks, and Motherwell winning again. The latter is becoming a worrying habit.