We all woke up at some random time in the morning and started consuming coffee and cigarettes, as well as last night's crumpet mountain. (Alcohol munchies: bad). So we all lollopped through the morning - as you do on a Sunday - watching DVDs and things.

Wondered about property prices in Prague. Came to the conclusion something nice would be quite affordable should I feel the need.

I was a little disturbed by Owen sitting with his hand on Tony's crotch all afternoon (under a duvet for extra discreetness), completely oblivious to the vibes Scott and I were sending which could have put Medusa to shame. But he didn't notice. I was abolutely furious - I can understand people fancying other peoples' people, but attempting to shag them in full view of all the other related parties seems a bit, well, thoughtless - so retired for a shower and fumed merrily to myself. There is no honour amongst thieves after all. Even more annoyed by the apparent astonishment at my displeasure.

Ah well. All sorted now. Had a chat about it in the car on the A406 which was packed. Not worthy of a Christmas card list removal (simply because I've just realised that Owen's not on my Christmas card list anyway), but I shall consume more of the Gauloises without guilt.

I am even more determined to pursue the idea of language training now after having had to wait for the journey home before the contents of the interesting conversations (especially the flattering technique/comparison bits) were imparted to me. Made me smiley again.

Stopped off at Ed and Nick's to give back the microwave I borrowed, to fix Mildred's squirters, and to grab a cup of coffee. Jon rang to say he'd locked himself out of the office so I had to cancel drinks with Alan and Karen (although I was running late for those anyway because of the foul weather and road conditions) so I could head to Hungerford to rescue him instead.

The motorway was incredibly foggy and full of tossers who shouldn't be allowed to drive: the lane splitting Volvo driver with no lights in particular. Wanker! Finally got to Newbury after an incredibly painful journey (because it was required that I kept my hands on the wheel at all times) and fetched my office pass to let Jon back in - who was at Sarah's.

After my cavalry impression, Tony and I went back to my place and kept ourselves amused for a little while before I ran Tony back up to Oxford. He is so incredibly sexy and I've turned into a bit of a cum-hoover. Had another (glowing) technique commendation. Perhaps I should switch, permanently?

Head fuck of a day but I don't think I'm too emotionally scarred by it.