Oh dear! I vaguely remember
Sarah Cox on
Radio 1 then a news article about (sort of) finding
Bigfoot in
New York. Then... I sit bolt upright in bed and look at the clock. Oh dear once more. It's 9:50 and the alarm went off at 8:30. Oh dear oh dead oh dear. Oh well.
Get dressed and jumb (not a misspelling, I have a cold) on my bike,
pedal like a
bastard for 10 minutes to get to work.
Getting into work late hasn't seemed to make a difference. There is still no testing to be done.