After a couple of false starts, I wake up around 11 and start with a bath, a phone meeting and some leftover code before thinking about breakfast. My suitcase is elsewhere, but luck runs with me - I have a set of clean clothes from yesterday and can emerge!
Someone else has been here while I was asleep. A note in the kitchen says "back ca 1800". I'm still quite dizzy, so I eat whatever I can find: breakfast consists of halva, black bread, and apple juice, in that order. Gordon Brown apologises, by proxy of the newsreader, for a great many things, so I turn the radio off.
I'm still a bit dizzy from lack of everything, so perhaps more news after I've found some more coherent food.