Try to sleep through Wani’s arrival. Have only been asleep three hours. Discover her three step plan for entry. Two periods of ringing the doorbell every thirty seconds for five minutes and then a final attempt by getting the security gate to ring me. David Attenborough would be proud. For my next efforts, will try to locate the trail of the lost Incas and discover why I never get a phone bill until two days before its due.

The search for speakers continues. In fact, the quest for Gnome speakers is wading through two flame wars at the moment. On one hand, Nat and co have been buying advert space on Google searches for KDE-related keywords and in the other, I have the classic hacker-vs-non-programmer arguments between two potential speakers. It’s getting a little hot in my inbox.

More people might show up now though. Dilip and John (finally) decided to drop the cost of entry by 50% into the realms of the affordable by Indian standards. Entry is now 5400Rps - about £80.

Show off space folks land NEAR Shoemaker on Eros and elsewhere, in the world’s largest Fedex drop-off, deliver the Destiny space lab to the International Space Station. Fortunately, Houston remembered to check the ‘Sender pays customs duty’ box and yes they did sign for it.

Night at home—hear noises in kitchen coming from extractor fan. Assume cockroaches. Switch fan on, make satisfyingly loud crunching sounds and switch off. Leave kitchen—hear sounds again. Decide to ignore for fear of finding the cause.