Last night K said something I want to note down before I forget. The name of a small bowl or dish, according to him, is a ceramekin. Nice.
Later last night, J had a protracted and painful stomach ache which culminated in being sick. Fortunately he was in the bathroom at the time so the clearing up was not so bad.
In between the two was the news of the bowls-up over HMRC losing Katy’s personal information, the children’s and ditto for most families in the country. The only consolations are the ID card and child database being at least a bit less likely now and, I confess, watching a junior government minister squirm under a weight of very uncomfortable fact and professional opinion from Ross Anderson.
