Everyone was pretty downcast today, what with the Emersons and all that. I wasn't given much in the way of distraction from the spreadsheets - except passing on a call to Fred S. What joy.

At any rate, not long now. One more week till Christmas, hurray! I've got my tickets booked back to Frieburg. I'm leaving on Friday, going to see an old friend in Geneva first. It's the horrors of Easyjet followed by the joys of the SBB. I'm getting into Frieburg pretty late, half past midnight on Christmas day. Pitt says he's going to meet me on the platform before we go home, which is nice. He has something to tell me.

Caught the last twenty minutes of The Culture Show. Spielberg's a phony.