Standing in the rain for four hours as punishment . More than going without lunch. Not only are you wet to the skin after an hour, but the wind cuts right through you, too. What happened to being sent to wash dishes or peel vegetables? I'd do that in a flash. Actually, the guys might appreciate it if I did. The food here's decent, but a few extra chillies tossed into the soup when nobody's looking wouldn't go amiss.

I'd run laps around the parade ground, too. Or do push-ups. But I think our sergeant has realised that making me stand still and silent for a long time is more of a punishment than all the others put together.

Not that I'm arguing. He's right. Both about the need for punishment and about the best way to make me regret my actions. As usual, though, what I'm supposed to regret and what really bothers me are not the same things at all.

I don't regret sneaking into the infirmary to check on Tae Hyun at the end of my watch rather than returning straight to my dorm as I should have done. What I do regret is getting caught on the way back. At my advanced age, and with my long history of escaping busybody managers, nosy reporters and overzealous fans alike, I should be better at sneaking. Much better.