And Steve is once again hacking up a lung behind me. I wonder if anyone would notice if he disappeared? Hmm... Must bring in Ipod with music to drown him out (since drowing itself is generally frowned upon). I'm going to join the Atari generation! :-)
Oh--funny story about the sorts of things one can end up doing when not paying attention ('one', in this case, being 'me'). I usually change from my cyclewear to work clothing in the shared floor toilet. I used to change in the cubicles, but decided that was a bit nasty and have taken to just changing out in the middle of the open floor. Usually, I do this in bits, thus preserving some minor sense of modesty (ha). Today, however, I was daydreaming (or, rather, very tired), and suddenly realized that I was standing in the middle of the council toilet with no clothing on whatsoever. Luckily, no one walked in--but that would have been slightly embarrassing... And they say that growing up next to a bunch of nudies isn't a corrupting influence!
Well, I just got an appointment for David and me to do our Indefinite Leave application at the Home Office on 14th Jan. I was just about to pee myself on the phone just talking to the Home Office--really not looking forward to that appointment--it's very scary presenting one's entire life to someone and being asked to be allowed to stay. Sigh.