Free minutes...

No, not a statement of my new found oxygen based mobile phone freedom, but a declaration of the fact that the next 46 minutes of my life I'm effectively getting for jazz all. I put them in Father Time's dusty old closet where he keeps his old shoes, illicit moonshine and indecent imagery, forgot about it, and now I have it back. So alas, let's make the most of it! Only happens once a year after all, what will you do with your hour? Probably sleep, you sensible people!

Rave it up in a free time area!!!!!