smat.biz is delighted to report that the computer which has been very ill indeed for the past two and a half years has now been returned to (almost) full health thanks to Grant the Computer God and DH working out which hole to plug stuff in (and no, I'm going to resist the urge to make a smutty joke here because I am a grown-up, and we don't do that sort of thing).
The Tatsfield Temperance Society AGM is gathering momentum - a table has been booked under the name of "Pants", mostly so that when C turns up late, we can laugh at him telling the waiters he's with the pants party. S is using the occasion to celebrate her release from the hell of teaching 8 year olds, DH will have sat his final exam (ever???), and B is going on holiday for 2 weeks and won't be caring about the diet. Meanwhile I have to be sober and sensible as the next day I have to explain why there are no end-of-year accounts, draft or otherwise. The perils of being a grown-up.

Back from international duty now - yesterday's daytrip to Cardiff was quite exhausting all round - not only did I have to get a train at twenty past seven in the morning, I had to maintain my image as efficient treasurer type person for an entire day because I was travelling there and back with the Deputy Chair (who fortunately is not in the least bit scary). So, after a quick stop for coffee in the hotel with the Azjerabjan football team (could have told you they were going to lose, not one of them was in the least bit fanciable), I did smiling, being polite, and taking money from people for an afternoon. And picked up a couple of reflexology tips for managing sinus congestion which I filed away for DH's use the next time he has too much to drink and blames his sinuses. It's not very easy though trying to travel accross London with over £100 in pound coins rattling away in a metal cashbox in your bag - maybe we should have gone to the pub instead and helped drown our new football friends' sorrows.