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Just as well I’m paranoid about waking up on press trips. I’ve seen too many journalists miss too many buses not to set a dozen alarms. So, my Handspring was primed to start getting talkative around seven, the telly was set to come on at five-to and the hotel switchboard programmed to make an anonymous call some time before that.

The call never came.

I think, in the end, though, it was the light coming in through the window that did it, as I’d opened the curtain when I went to bed, hoping that if nothing else woke me daybreak might. Even so, it took a shower, a cup of tea and ten minutes of standing in drizzle for me to feel part of the day, by which point we were heading back to the lab.

Unfortunately, I think they were expecting us to eat breakfast at the hotel, as the croissants I’d been hoping for never materialised and I sat through the first two presentations drinking tea and slowly digesting my own stomach.

Meanwhile back home my car was being fixed. A new window, all wired in and ready to slide up and down like windows should cost a bargain

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