… clearly not. This morning saw His Nibs, razor in hand, shouting for his towel. Loudly. I was bellowed at. It was around his waist at the time. Strangely, this worries me more than HN. By definition he is not a Really Amazingly Together Guy who knows where his towel is, but then again, this will come as no surprise to his nearest and dearest. HN usually bellows long enough for the misbehaving object to scuttle into view in whatever place it was last left. More worryingly, the original hoopy frood was named after a car manufactured between 1938 and 1961; a joke apparently lost on a younger audience. Hmm. Current political and fiscal crises have not rocked our union. However, I have a feeling that if there is likely to be an interstellar galactic highway pushed through anytime soon, I may be hitched to the wrong guy after all…..