There's nothing Mrs Ottawacker likes more...

These are hard days. Not least for Mrs. Ottawacker who has to pick up the domestic slack as I cruise on through my contracts.  So it will be appreciated that any five-minute period of sleep is grasped willingly and immediately.

What is most astonishing to me in this picture is the absolute state of our house. There is not a single thing that is straight. The painting is askew. The lampshade is at a 90 degree angle to where it should be, the cushions look like they have been discarded by a dejected baboon (close, actually, Ottawacker Jr.)... oh well. The price you pay for living.