That was a faff and a half. On the way home from work, I stopped at Staples to pick up a desk for my new Mac. Stopping at home only long enough to drop that off, I then dashed off up the A14 to Bar Hill, to a delivery depot, and picked up my latest parcel. Straight back home and into Flat Pack Assembly Mode, in which the brain disregards virtually all its surroundings in a desperate attempt to make sure each panel of wood is oriented correctly, so as not to have an end with one hole next to an end with two holes. (Or was it the other way round?)

The desk is now assembled, and the Mac is looking a lot happier now it doesn't wobble with my every keystroke. Also I have been in constant motion since 5:30 and the pub beckons.