What's more, the weather had now taken a filthy turn for the worst. Already above the snow line, a series of hail storm showers were stinging my face.

Furthermore, it has taken to using the location tracker so all my mates on Google Buzz - which I can't work out how to turn off - are getting updates every five minutes.

Strangely, after having talked with you the other day, my dreams have taken a peculiar turn.