It's (sort of) still daylight outside, the birds are singing and it feels like

[Sir C]

For the past four hours, I've been thinking it was an hour later than it actually is. Consequently, I now have an unexpected free hour before I have to pick up the kids.

I've literally no idea what to do with myself, Jeff. I mean, I do, obviously, but you can't string that out for a whole hour....can you?

I wouldn't know, old chap. I haven't engaged in self-poillution since I lost sexual potency around about 1983

If I were you I'd cook something. Prepare a really garlicky dauphinoise for your glw.