Our house guest is leaving today, having spent a week at our place. In that time he's managed to plow though his body weight in Coke (I call it compulsive Coking: he doesn't actually finish one can before starting the next); he's discovered every chocolate hiding place; he's broken a glass table; he's managed to create a clunking sound in the air conditioning in his room; he woke us at 5:30am both on Saturday and Sunday mornings when he returned from big nights out; and he managed to work JC and PB into a frenzy just prior to their bedtime each night.

Now Mrs M rings me to tell me that as a final leaving present he's managed to block not one, but two toilets at home that yours truly will have to unblock tonight.

It's great having guests; but sometimes it's great to see them leave. We'll miss you, Dean, but I'm not sure we could afford to have you stay with us much longer.