Ah, sweet internet insomnia. I'm so glad that your mum and Ned are doing the long chatting thing. I'm also so sorry about this whole evil thieving bastard thing. Last year he yelled at Tristan for doing the washing-up at 11pm. I don't like people who yell at my boy and I wish long and wide-ranging unhappiness on those that swindle the Lizzie (and all those other poor people).

I hope you're feeling better when you read this and that you have a chocolate croissant. They are very nice you see.

Love to you and The Ned,
B.