Hot Wheels emailed me yesterday, asking if I had been getting enough sleep lately because she had seen a couple of typos in recent PooterGeek posts. It is true that I’ve been sleeping erratically—bloody Autumn—but it’s also true that Hot Wheels has been critically reading The Boy’s thesis for weeks. She is probably at the stage where she can now see typos in DNA sequences.

Anyway, telling me PooterGeek is getting glitchy without telling me where it’s getting glitchy is not helpful, young lady. And as for you, little Leasey, you are obviously losing your edge if Helena is out-proofing you. Sharpen up!

You may now return to your duties. Good day.