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The Amazon saga continues. They really are mind-bogglingly incompetent. TV may now arrive next weekend, four weeks after ordered. From another company on their website because Amazon accidentally sold out, and tried to offer me a 37" model instead. I am amazed I have so far kept my temper with all the employees. But we are getting there.

Better news comes from adventures in Roaccutane, now four weeks in, one-quarter of the course. I seem to being lucky, because I am having none of the nastier side-effects. The peeling lips and dry face cannot be avoided, but they are perfectly manageable, but I'm not suffering the dry eyes, tiredness or joint pains that are common and that can't be prevented by liberal application of liquid paraffin.

I've also managed - having procrastinated - to get myself a cancellation for the taruithorn banquet tomorrow, and am off to London on Sunday, so it will be a busy weekend.