God I'm knackered. Too much booze last night catching up with a long lost mate, too much touristy wandering about today and not enough sleep in between. Good, then, that I've got to get up at 6 in the morning to drive to Portsmouth.

It is good actually, given the reason for our trip to the seaside (and presence in our flat of a variety of family members) is the long awaited graduation of J from her Masters. I'll be welling up in my chair, if I'm not snoring and dribbling down the shoulder of the person next to me. Go J! Woot!