Anyway, the best thing about last night's television has to have been, no doubt about it, the Top Gear-special. How good was that? I just hope the boys haven't put Sir Ranulph Fiennes's nose out of joint too much with their achievement: to reach the North Pole by car, without any loss of extremities, and on a diet of g&t, wine and foie gras! I hope someone clever icons it later, because boy! there were some brilliant shots in that.
In other news, I've handwashed a sheepskin this morning. That's something I won't repeat in a hurry.