I say, I say, I say...

A German, an American and an Englishman get in a car and drive down to Newark...

And, er, that's it really.  By now (as I write) they should be at the airport, waiting to board their transatlantic red-eye.  The Englishman is my Man, of course, off again on his third trip of this still short year.

The Girl is a bit red-eyed herself after another so-called sleepover (thankfully not at our house) last night.  The Boy spent half a day at a car show with his buddy and now has all sorts of grand ideas about getting a second car - though for the next few days, one is all we're going to need anyway.