a day to work from home

I got a phonecall this morning to cancel the meeting I was supposed to have at 11am. Which was just as well, as it turns out my hairdryer was on its very last legs. When I switched it on, it just started smoking and died. Serves it right for smoking! I hear you cry. But it also gives me the perfect excuse to hibernate in the flat instead of going to the office, again. Once it's safe to venture forth without looking like a drowned rat, I'll go and buy a new one - on route to the office, of course.