Oh well. I've already blown my new year's resolution to quit complaining about the help. But the parlour maid let the fire in the woodstove go out. The handyman ran off with the car. I can't find my masseuse. The cook is probably off with the chauffeur. And I've discovered that the computer is once again full of stuff that has nothing to do with me. Then last, but not least, where is security to get this annoying cameraman out of my face? You're welcome. Tommy.