Stricken by an ague. Vomiting (sorry) on Wednesday night and I didn't feel right on Thursday at all. By Friday I called in sick and took to the bed. Some sort of chest infection with dizzy spells. I'm feeling OK now.

We had a visitor last night (who shall remain nameless) who proceeded to get hugely drunk. This is fine, I have no problem with drunken-ness, but I wasn't feeling like getting involved or being particularly host-like, so I bowed out after dinner and went to bed.

I woke later to the sound of urgent talking and a car driving off. Uh oh. He'd driven home. Sally had tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen. I toyed with the idea of going after him, but I didn't know what I'd do if I caught up with him. We slept, which might make us bad people, I don't know When Sally woke in the morning she went to call him to see was he ok. And she found him on the couch.

Double take.

He was unhurt, which was good, but he had crashed his car and turned it over into a ditch. How we didn't hear the tow truck dumping his car outside our house at two thirty am, I don't know, but we didn't. I'm still unsure how he got into the house and it's even stranger that he didn't wake us up. I think he was (still) too drunk to find us.

It's a result of sorts. No one was hurt and hopefully he won't do it again. He needs transport and maybe the near miss combined with the huge inconvenience will teach him a lesson.

Good new night. Sally's not pregnant. I'll spare you the details but there was drunken sex recently and there was a suspicion that impregnation may have occurred. It hasn't, and we breathe a sigh of relief.

We're still not certain we don't want another child -- just not now, thanks.