Well, so much for lunch at the Oyster Bar . . .
So called it off, ate a solitary salad at my desk and carried on working instead.
Took the dog out for a stroll round the sea wall.
(Mind you, could - mutinously - quite happily watch James Hook convert tries all day long . . . and I've never felt that way about a Welshman before!)
Ate consoling cake, then got back to work again (breaking off for my regular appointment with the ER).
Strange old day, on the whole.
Have got a nice new teapot, though!