There's an episode of the West Wing where C.J.Cregg has her first day as The President's Chief of Staff. Her secretary, Margaret has just listed several tasks and meetings and CJ says, 'And that gets us to?'
8.30 is the answer. And we are left with no doubt this is a.m.
Well I've been for a long and beautiful walk in the Somerset countryside, tidied the conservatory twice, done all the recycling sorting, updated my blog and had breakfast and it appears to be 7.30 a.m. The next two weeks in the company of Diesel the labrador are going to see a subtle change to my working patterns.
He is eating a giant tennis ball at the moment. That is fine as the debris can be thrown away but the indestructible squeaky duck may have to be confiscated.