Argentina in time, Banbury in body

It's first thing in the morning in Argentina, lunch time in Banbury.

Around my desk: tissues, lip balm, hand cream, massage oil, tiger balm, chocolate biscuits, After Eights, water, Easter egg, hands free for two Nokia phones, two Nokia phones, head set, lap top, four pens, a notebook, Strepsils... you get the picture.

I've just scoffed: canned Bob the Builder spaghetti, a fried egg, 2 pieces of toast, a piece of bread with butter, bread with lemon curd, many strepsils.

In between typing, I jump up and do crazy aerobic moves or long yoga stretches.

Outside my door, muffled noises of children. Occassionally a rogue hand creeps in, retrieves something from the office, retreats for fear of being consumed as a mistaken identity for a biscuit or being blamed for my audio connection dropping out.

The joys of freelancing.