Well, B woke us up at 4.30 last night. Not a particularly unusual event, we expect it to happen several times a month, and usually it's containable. However U had a stomach upset as well, and alternated between gurgling with typical eleven-month-old delight at the state of the world and puking onto our bed. So I have been fit for nothing all day. The senior political adviser to one of the more progressive Balkan prime ministers is coming here to meet me in an hour and a half; I hope I make sense to him; whether or not I do, I'm going home and to bed as soon as he leaves our office.