Unusually for a Monday, I feel more rested today than I did yesterday.

Saturday night was the house-cooling at Impropriety. The theme was ‘come as something improper’; lacking the means and the motive[1] to follow the spirit of this theme, I decided to hide behind the letter, so I put a sticky label on my T-shirt bearing the improper fraction 5/3. This got a wide range of reactions, from blank looks through groans to one or two honestly delighted laughs and/or hugs, so I think on balance I did OK there.

As I left the party at nearly 2am I heard noises behind me suggesting that it was just about to get really improper. I seem to have a knack for leaving parties just at the right moment…

Sadly, I still left too late for comfort, since after spending an hour at home airing out the house before going to bed it was nearly 3am and I needed to be up for noon the next day to have lunch with Mum. Still, I got there only ten minutes late in the end, so that was all right. And my surprise present to Mum seemed to go down well, so that was good too. Unfortunately, by the time I got home and guests began to arrive for the roving Doctor Who gathering, I was feeling pretty awful, and had little patience with either the Doctor himself or the board game we played in between episodes. But a good night's sleep has done wonders, so I'm feeling better now.

[1] Arrgh. I lacked the means and I lacked the motive. I'm unable to decide whether I should therefore say that I lacked the means and the motive, or that I lacked the means or the motive. Where's Augustus de Morgan when you need him?