The second wave struck this morning (for context, see yesterday’s diary entry), and I am told a third wave will hit us tonight, bringing the total number of people staying under my roof from the usual 3 to 13 or more. The phone hasn’t stopped ringing, with lots of people wanting to talk to lots of people.

The dog and I spend most of our time locked away in the basement. I have been making progress on getting my new toy to make the weirdest of noises, which has Judo rolling in agony/ecstacy.

No peep from my mother, who is in Tunesia (that’s somewhere in Africa) for a weeklong holiday. I hope she is OK – I hear they breed swiss hijackers in that place.

Been watching with amusement/horror as George Bush battles on to cover up his failure to make any real, tangible headway in capturing Osama Bin Laden (or proving that he is dead) by trying to turn public attention to America’s faithful standby scapegoat – Saddam Hussain.

Wag the Dog, anyone?

Nelson Mandela, the man who represents the concept of freedom better than Dubyaman ever will, hit the nail on the head.