Mr Middleaged is in Rome attending a series of business meetings with hot-headed & overfed Europeans. I'm quite miffed that I didn't go too but I have to stay here Sweating Over a Hot Whiteboard. One good thing is that I'll have plenty of time for blogging. Meanwhile, he'll stuff himself with rich Italian food, gain five kilos & come home unable to sleep for a least a week until his body clock adjusts. I have no pity.