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"It's the plumber. I've come to fix the, er, toliet." Sadly, this is true. Ah, the joys of home ownership. Our downstairs toliet, she rocks, she rolls, she leaks a bit at the bottom.

I'll stop right there before this turns into a dirty joke.

Update: All finished. Expensive, but I'll pay. For any given job, you always want good, fast, and cheap. Unfortunately, you only get to pick two of them.

Reading: Just picked up Zoran Zivkovic's The Fourth Circle, which sounds action packed. From the back flap:

What could a computer wizard self-exiled in an abandoned Buddhist temple possibly have in common with the humble servant of a medieval fresco painter? What is the link between the enigmatic mission of a giant radio-telescope and a tribe of spherical beings who dwell in a world full of unearthly scents and herbs? What will bring four great scientists from various centuries, Archimedes, Ludolph van Ceulen, Nikola Tesla and Stephen Hawking, to the same spot in time? What has this got to do with Rama, a female computer program, impregnated by a strange ape? And, above all, why is it necessary for Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty to join forces so that the Fourth Circle can finally be closed?
And this is not a long book. 252 pages.