I'm working from home today. This, though, is a photo of our sitcom-writing schedule (the different coloured highlighters represent the episodes we have to write). It's nice to write from home for a change (Lee's at the office) - it's an experiment to see if we get twice as much work done. We shall see. The only downside of working from home today is that it's a lovely sunny day and that means, in Reigate, that people burn garden rubbish. There are no bylaws to protect non-smoking households from other people's secondary bonfire smoke, and they are pyromaniacs round our way. The first sign of a fine day and they're out there setting fire to leaves and grass cuttings. A call to the council reaped no rewards - they do collect garden rubbish though, it's just that some people love to burn. They are obviously not asthmatics and they obviously get their laundry done by someone else and don't hang clothes out to dry on fine days. They are apparently also quite content to keep all windows and doors firmly closed. (Actually, we've done that too, but the smoke still gets in the house. And, like the song, in your eyes.) If it was up to me, the cigarette-smoking ban would also include bonfires. Unsociable, arrogant bastards.