After four night's sleep in my new place, am I a changed woman? Hmm. Perhaps not, but its double, triple, quadruple height ceilings have somehow given me room to think. Life seems easier and more manageable already. How can that be. Maybe I'll start to write shampoo ads.

So I had my photography class. I got exposure envy. Valerie had beautifully exposed pics. I told my tutor I was experimenting with apertures and he seemed to buy it. I got home, called the folks to ask my Dad to lend me some cash to buy a place. Within seconds we were arguing about Bush, Iraq and Uncle Harold's shares. I've sent him a copy of Pilger's Hidden Agendas as the ultimate Daily Malicious antidote.