Find self awake, inexplicably, at 2 a.m. [NOTE TO SELF: perfectly explicable, in fact, when recall have drunk 2 entire pots of green tea on own this evening]. Contemplate the many useful things that could be accomplished in this unexpected window of free time, namely: working on novel; working on vastly over-ambitious knitting project; tidying study; reading improving book; undertaking any one of a number of seriously overdue household chores. Instead, decide most efficient use of time and insomnia is to start up blogette once again, so unbearably fascinating is the day to day minutiae of my life.  [QUERY: was this rational decision? ANSWER comes there none]. Spend quiet evening at home without Husband, who is at work, and effectively without Dog, who is tired and goes to bed at 6pm, but with Cat, who helpfully decides she will lie wantonly across my midriff, now and then savaging the pathetic looking scarf that have been attempting to knit for past 3 months. Watch Doctor Who, avidly, and then highlights of Muse at Reading, which is highly enjoyable and edifying as attended the same performance seven days ago at Leeds, and could see Not A Thing, owing to untimely failure of big screens and insistence of other festival goers of pushing in front, sitting on each other’s shoulders, and throwing chips.