Just got back from a really great evening at Rhys and Ellen's, where they fed me with nice food and plied me with more drink than I'd have believed I could imbibe and still stand up, and patiently listened to me whingeing on about Pat for several hours.

Creepy taxi ride home, won't be using Mercury again...

Just thought I'd check in at Renderosity before going to bed, and learned the terrible news that a good friend, Sandy, has lost her home in a fire and her 5 year old grandson died. It seems he actually started the fire under the table in the living room and then ran upstairs (probably frightened that he'd get told off) and the house went up so quickly that they were unable to get him out.

God, I just... I can't even imagine what they're going through. This is just awful.