Tomorrow, or rather later today, the sixty pots of chicken crap arrive. They are said to be arriving 'by 1 pm'. I hope it's earlier than that. This is not a job to leave until lunchtime. I'll get there mid-morning, no need to be earlier because all 360 plates are already labelled and stacked. I just get the samples and start. Saturday will be the worst - all those confirmation tests on hundreds of colonies!
I also have two tip-offs in Email. Subrosa alerts me to the news of the new superbugs that infest those hospitals where we're not allowed to smoke in case someone might happen to catch something imaginary through a discredited mechanism called 'passive smoking'. Seems to me the best way to deal with a heart attack is aspirin, whisky and bloody-mindedness. Going into hospital is far too dangerous, especially if you're ill. Mark Wadsworth has some history on the subject. I have a rant too, along different lines, but it will have to wait.
John Walker (he has granted permission to use his name) pointed out that Westminster City Council has spent just shy of fifty grand persecuting their local smokers. Antismokers pay council tax too. That hate comes at a price, you know. Did you think it was free?
I'll answer Emails later. For now, I'd better get some sleep, and hope I don't dream of chickens with the runs.