It's happened a couple of times before that I somehow get confused in the middle of the night as to what the time is, either because my alarm clock had got confused or because I had. Well, it happened again this morning; I woke up at what I thought was 6am, went to the loo, went back to sleep, and what felt like several hours later I woke up again feeling much more rested and the clock said 6am. I have no idea whether the clock got confused in the middle of the night or whether I somehow dreamed I'd looked at it but hadn't, but either way it was confusing. I checked to make sure the clock hadn't been right the first time and wrong the second time, but my emergency backup timekeeping device agreed with it the second time, so I have no idea whether it was me or it the first time.

Today at work I have to write a document, which reminds me that a conversation I was part of in the pub last night invented the fabulous word bibulography, which is a section you put in an academic (or other) publication giving due credit to all the alcoholic (or other) beverages which sustained the author(s) through the writing of said publication. The front cover of ‘Asterix and Cleopatra’ has one, for example.

Gosh, that has to be typo of the day. While typing ‘writing’ in the above paragraph, it came out as ‘wronging’. How on earth did I manage that, I wonder?