Lisa and I are going to see Lloyd Cole (in real life his head's less square) at the Komedia tonight. It doesn't start until 8:30pm, so with today being a workday, I was naturally keen to get as much sleep as possible last night, so that I can successfully avoid nodding off halfway through the first song.

So imagine my delight when I was woken up three quarters of an hour early at 6:45am this morning by the gentle thud of Lisa knocking over a glass by the bed. I have to say, it's not until you've spent ten minutes with a tea towel, mopping up half a pint of water from the top of a dressing table, that you realise just how much electrical equipment we keep there. But as I said to Lisa as I attempted to rescue her hair straighteners and watch, whilst avoiding electrocution from the digital clock and CD player as I patted dry the baby scan photo and tried to see if her mobile phone still worked, "You've got to laugh, haven't you?"

I think she agreed with me, but it was hard to tell. Her teeth were so clenched I couldn't understand a word she said. But still, if you're going to see Lloyd Cole, you might as well start the day with a commotion.