"really shouldn't be let out by herself" department

Frantic cycle to work this morning, absolutely convinced that I was going to miss a phone meeting with my manager, because she's in London, right? But the mail she sent me with the time was in US time! And it definitely said 5, so that's 9 am here, yes? It was only when I was half-way down the canal that it occurred to me that the west coast of the US is in fact eight hours behind us, not eight hours ahead, and a more rational interpretation of the mail would be 1 in the afternoon. Duh.

On the other hand, if I hadn't been racing in at such speed, I mightn't have arrived at Leeson St. at the same time as a man who had a score out on his handlebars and was sightsinging while waiting for the lights to change. Now that's dedication.