Packed till midday, and now I can't be bothered. Fortunately it was lunchtime, and everyone else was quite keen to stop packing too. A collective dinner again for them. Nice. I had been considering whether or not to smash my acoustic guitar to bits against the wall. Andy reminded me of the possibility, so I did. That was quite fun. I wish I'd left the strings on for it though. I suppose I was intending to fix it at the time, but it would not have been economically viable. Then I made the best joke in the world. I saw that Paul had a hand-whisk on top of his cupboard.

ME I suppose you don't need that; you've got an electric whisk.
PAUL Do you want a whisk?"
ME That's a whisk I'm not willing to take.

Andy hit me on the head with a wad of paper. It was ever thus.