Ha! Call that a commute, do you, Prague? I'll show you a commute. Try the Northern Line.

Sleep on the sofa and then you fall over. I'll be glad to get a real bed (Wednesday, apparently).

I'm in that odd state caused by sleep deprivation where colours shimmer slightly on the edge of my vision. My caffeine/sugar intake has to be calibrated with the utmost precision. It balances on a delicate knife-edge between helping me function as a semi-coherent human being and not. Just not. Mainly I twitch. It can lead to disaster.

However, the good news is that I have now packed, shipped, cleaned, inventoried, farewelled, moved, flown, moved in, arrived, hot-desked, VLANed, allocated, oriented, planned, collected and avoided staring rudely at a parti-coloured female mullet. But before I go thinking I'm a superior being and all, I suspect I may have done most of this wrong. Perhaps staring is a form of compliment?

And Subservients D. Boilerplate? I appreciate your sentiments. Really, I do. But I think you might get a more favourable reaction if you emailed someone of the opposite gender. I lack the equipment you appear to require.