Punch 7,568 details into your light-brown box and you're done.
Lunch is just a swallow away.
Downloads come around 2, and then there's a cup of tea, or maybe a slug of whatever's in that bottle in the brown paper bag in your bottom-right drawer. Schedule assassins for Friday. Time, place, and imagination come together around 5, just as you dash for the door, heltering and skeltering your way to your train or your bus. Hard as always to get taxis in the rain. Public transport full as ever of transcendently pragmatic folk.