But, we launched WriteToThem.com, which is like FaxYourMP on steriods, letting users contact any of their elected officials, from local authorities, through national parliaments, through Westminster, to MEPs. Very proud. Saw the osteopath first thing and I’m much better than I was. New mattress should arrive at the weekend, which should make a huge difference. Work was complex. Bit of a crisis with one client, but I’m pretty sure we sorted out that it’s not our code that’s at fault (hopefully). Had to make a really simple edit for another client, but it took over an hour to work out what I needed to install, and then to install it (Oracle not helpful). Got that sorted, though, just in time for a crisis with another client. Bit of help from friends in the right places (Dydd San Ffolant dda, nghariad) and then a bit more thought got that sorted — something Kee was happy about too, as was the Flash developer, who wanted to get going to his Valentine’s date Had pizza whilst watching Smallville, after finishing reading the Identity Cards Bill Third Reading on the tube and a draft of a NO2ID document on the tube and then whilst listening to Damien Rice on my shiny new MP3 player — I finally got round to plugging it into the TV through the audio jack in the cradle. MP3’d the new Angel soundtrack album, but didn’t get round to listening to it yet, so I’ll save it for the way in, tomorrow, whilst I try to write a resumé of the Third Reading. Oh, and James has been practising driving à l’américain. Think Ronin: “don’t let zem smell your fear.” Stay off the roads in Paris, eh? Anyways, bedtime…