Two words: Mrs. G. I think this was perhaps supposed to be a Sunday thing, but because we're in the future here in New Zealand, I didn't figure that out until the clock had struck 13.The alarm goes off at 6.58am, but it would be too cruel to subject both of us to an image of that, so we'll pretend that the actual getting-out-of-bed proceeded smoothly and without delay, and skip straight to ....