Good evening, and a very good evening it is too. There are sheets of rain on the other side of the railway line, but it is dry here! Another day of risk reporting is behind me, a quiet night ahead. I'll probably watch the documentary about air crashes. I'm in a surprisngw cheery mood, and I hope it will last. I've bought the milk Viv asked for. Now all I have to do is get it home safely. I once failed in this venture and I still have the scars to prove it. One day I may tell the story again. Note in passing that the Hutt Valley bus timetable is more of a guideline than an actual timetable. I'll have run out of words before the cup arrives if I'm not careful. No, here it is. By now the milk is covered in condensation. Two litres. $2.95. That is all. Except for the uphill walk to home from the cup stop, of course.