Despite the fact that calove and I spent a sleepless night (me=asthma; she=backpain), I'm feeling pretty chipper today for someone who had only 4 hours' sleep. Lots of good music on the Pod, laptop at the ready to play a film when I want it, and MWNN serving lots of TLS just when it's needed.
Oh, and Doctor Who was cracking last night, what with it's Buffy shoutouts. I half-expected Charles Dickens to start polishing his (non-existent) specs and mutter Ghost. Pffft. It's all balderdash and chicanery.
Think I'll go and watch Simon Callow again, in Amadeus, The Director's Cut. Anyone know if it was really him singing Papagena? I see from the cast list that the actor who played Wesley's father plays Mozart's father.