France comes to a standstill, cancer research takes a hit and Aberdeenshire can either get some new jobs or a trashed environment. But I’ve got nothing for you. 12 hours straight at the bench; perhaps all for nothing. Here’s a gratuitous P and dog photo from August to cheer myself up. That post about our Californian outing is still waiting on the dog uploading the snaps to Flickr and getting to grips with the keyboard. She’s not too bright, that dog.

They’re looking to see where my life disappeared to. I think it’s somewhere in the rubbish bin with the thousands of pipette tips and tubes.