Woefully domestic
Well, having said how busy I seem to have been lately earlier on, this evening I almost feel like I've been back living my own life again. Since I got in I've eaten, put some washing on, brushed the cat, done my weekly posting elsewhere, caught a bit of TV, upgraded the drivers on my DSL modem, cut my hair, had a bath, and am now relaxing and relaxed and ready for bed. This isn't natural.
A hint of Old Media in among the new (because I was an Old Media Tart well before I was a New Media one) - listeners to Radio Four's I'm Sorry, I Haven't A Clue will be familiar with the game called Mornington Crescent, which has been both staple and highlight of the programme for many years. I've certainly enjoyed it with for ages, but I had no idea how huge it is. Try the Google search, or just start here and marvel.
And yes, I am indeed embarking upon one of my occasional flirtations with posting titles. Well spotted.