Last night at dinner a little girl who I had never seen before in my life who identified herself as being 5 years old approached me and asked:
"Are you Paris Hilton?"
No. I am not Paris, I am FF. But given that I am Old Enough to be Paris's Mother, I am going to take this as a compliment.
It was sunny when I woke up but now it's miserable and grey. I'm off to a hardware shop to source the necessary material to build an Ark.