Gorse Fox is keeping his head down preparing for tomorrow's meeting in Birmingham.
Yesterday finished in some style with the Southern railway deciding they couldn't be bothered to split the train at Haywards Heath and therefore forcing half the commuters (including the Gorse Fox) to get off and wait for a Brighton train and there change once more to get a Portsmouth train in order to get to our intended destinations. A further three hours of his finite allocation of lifespan consumed by travel.
It seemed very dark this morning when the Gorse Fox's internal alarm went off. At first he doubted he had read the watch-face correctly, but need not have worried. Ablutions complete he headed to a) make the tea and b) start up the computers in time for his 08:00 call with one of Starfleet's China laboratories. (He should point out that this is a laboratory in China as opposed to one that is elsewhere research ceramics).
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