Chicken Little.

That’s right isn’t it? Chicken Little was the chap worried about the sky falling in, though I don’t know any more than that. Just as I don’t really know how smartly I’m supposed to dress for this evening’s conference dinner. No matter, I shall find a place in the corner and be inconspicuous.

Sky falling in: it seems I’m missing all the fun while in Leeds for back up in Edinburgh my flat’s ceiling has been leaking. This is unfortunate, but hopefully can be remedied. More unfortunate is the fact that the roofing company have visited, been up into and onto the roof, and apparently fixed it – yet the leak began dripping all over again.

We may be in the clear now after a repeat visit, though may not know for sure until the next downpour. This is, as they say, the joys of having your own place.