And in the continuing saga...

Managed to get Aviel's phone number from Cosmic Corner. Called Aviel, only to discover that the party was actually being put on by Inner Eye. Hung up while he checked his phone, called back, got Lance and Jules' numbers. Called Lance - no answer. Called Jules. Success! Jules is not at the museum yet, so doesn't know whether Hamish has shown up, but at least someone involved in the gig now knows what's going on.

My work here is done. Now I can simply go back to being neurotic wife. At this rate he can cook his own ruddy dinner if he makes it home! Oh - and I've eaten FAR too much Dark Ghana chocolate for someone running 10km tomorrow... I'll blame both Sarah and Hamish for that one. Sarah for putting the idea of chocolate gluttony into my mind, H for causing the stress that induced the chocolate-eating attack. Now, would it be soooo terrible to drink a cider the night before the event?

BTW: 60.5 on the scales this morning. Go Pip... Go Pip...