swings and roundabouts

I stayed late at work last night for 2 hours, which some part of my inner being seems to think means I can delay leaving for work this morning as long as I flipping please. So I had my coffee on the deck of the studio (new tradition I've invented) and rummaged around on the internet and thought about going to Fletcher Jones Moonee Ponds en route to work so I can get some new socks. I won't get there till midday at this rate. And I was doing so well...