A wasted day. Idid not go to Streatham Hill early in the morning to queue up in the drizzle for the CAB because I simply could not get up. I was dreaming about Serbia and didn't want to be awake .This is madness. I managed with great effort to get the shopping in, and then I had to sleep some more. Bloody hell. I also cocked up setting the VHS recorder last night and missed TORCHWOOD, to my fury. I expect there will be many repeats though.