Do You Think I Need Two Kitchen Sinks?

In case one breaks down y'see.

Yes, at 11.15 the night before a 10AM flight from Heathrow I'm packing in the headless chicken mode again. I'd say bah humbug but hell, I'll be in Istanbul tomorrow.

My mother rang to be worried at me about this morning's bombs. Fortunately she didn't bother trying to dissaude me from going.

Right. Back to the third round cull.