A family vote was held last night on whether we should go and greet Sister One back into the country when she arrived from Canada this morning. The vote was something of a last minute decision - it turns out the parents didn't actually realise she was due back from her 5 week voyage, and thought she was in fact arriving tomorrow. I don't think she would have been too pleased to stay a night in Birmingham Airport so it's just as well they figured it out.

The vote said yes, and so at 5.35am my alarm clock cruelly woke me; there was half an hour of frenzied 'getting up' and then Sister Two, The Mother, The Father and myself all piled into the newly restored car (following a respray) and made our way to the airport.

We didn't have to wait too long for them to come through arrivals, which is just as well really as I wasn't feeling the early morning vibe, and when we got back I crashed for a couple of hours. After a suitable break I pulled myself out of bed and sat down to the joys of work again. The sooner my inbox clears the better.

I checked my phone for the voicemail that had appeared while I was sleeping; and unless someone has submitted a Deed Poll on behalf of me and changed my name to Sue, I'm fairly sure the message wasn't for me. Well I might go anyway as the girls night out sounds jolly fun. Probably can't though, it's all this bloody work.

Also spoke to Nick and DDS for various reasons. I received some mail from James vis-a-vis the USA trip and finally got around to emailing Danny Fish back. I had recieved mail from him two or theree days ago and was absolutely delighted to find that he had been thrown out of the house he was living in while doing the Camp America thing. Not in a malicious way - Danny is a good lad, but if you're going to get chucked out, the best way to approach it was like Danny. Remember to leave your emails open on the computer at home, let the mum of the house have a good browse, then she can throw you out when you get back from work because she read the bit about what you got up to with the babysitter. Bloody good work. Keeping up the Anglo-US relations there, and the laws of probability says that if it's going to happen to anyone, it's more than likely going to happen to someone from Essex.

Oh, I found this the other day and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the girls, especially when you watch the video endorsement on the front page. I was a little disturbed how 'good-value-for-money' the purchases seem to be - almost worth playing a joke on your mate if you had a spare two grand lying about. Well, whatever floats your boat. By the way; I don't go searching the net for this kind of thing - I just chance upon it. I'm still fairly hopeful that I don't have to start buying girlfriends yet.

Mother did marrow for dinner again tonight. Possibly definitely the most comical vegetable after a cucumber, I never really believed anyone actually ate them, but it's fast becoming a bland craze. I think I can safely assume many more marrow related meals are on the cards now that it's appeared on my plate twice in one week. Oh joy.