workaholic

Today was a tremendously busy day at work. So I went swimming. Though it was done under duress, I really enjoyed myself, much to the expectation of the evil work-day-interruptor from the other end of the laboratory. Alien scum, grr!
The outdoor pool, properly called a lido, was massive; at 100 yards, it is the longest in the country, a record which once belonged, funnily enough, to the old pool of my former school, Harrow (founded 1572, under charter from Queen Elizabeth I). It is also unheated and colder than Margaret Thatcher's... stare, which made for much refreshment on a day that has been the warmest in recorded history for Britain. Very happy indeed am I.

In other news, we have ourselves a cloned horse, or at least, the Italians do. Quest'italiani sono pazzi, ma che buona scienza! It is remarkable how quickly such advances are made, though success rates remain low, and I remain hopeful that such knowledge will be put to proper use as it is intended, in medicine, and not for personal gratification. I'm sure it will happen, here and there, even with laws in place; few laws go unbroken.