Each morning on the way to work, I read The Economist. This week they have a special about France, and I am afraid to say that I got rather stuck into it.

So I managed to miss my underground change at Baker Street - and ended up going a stop too far, changing, coming back and having to find my way around the station to get back onto the correct train line.

So, instead of arriving nice and early - I actually got in after the boss did.

*damn*