One day, son, all this will be yours...

But until the day you inherit my window cleaning round, there's always the male pattern baldness...

... and the look of a killer, obviously...

I've also been informed that I bear an uncanny similarity to these chaps...

Although my teeth have never been that good.

Anyhoo, at the risk of pointing out the obvious...

... I took Toby down to the marina before work yesterday, in an effort to soak up some rays and unwind with some serious sunburn. I wanted to look less like a hitman, and more like Mahatma Gandhi. Unfortunately, having managed to maintain a reduction in my facial numbness since Saturday, I think I did too much yakking yesterday afternoon, and have been slightly worse ever since. So I need to have a quieter day today.

Fortunately, I only need to work the afternoon. Unfortunately, Amelie's got a friend coming round at eleven. So I think I'll go in early...