T minus 10 minutes

Sitting in the big purple building, I'm waiting for the seminar to
start. It's been well over half an hour now, no end in sight, and
frankly it's beginning to get just a bit dull. Rosie got so bored she
ended up crafting a small home-made flute out of a Smarties tube.
Necessity is the mother of invention, I suppose, but honestly I think
my penknife does have more constructive uses. Not that it worked, of
course, although never one to be put off she was performing her famed
ventriloquistic whistling just now (the Wedding March), proving that
her muse was not noticeably dented by this setback.

Each of us has, in his or her own way, attempted to find some
constructive way of passing the time. Food is always a good one (that
minty freshness brought on by Polos managed to get rid of quite a few
minutes), but when that fails idle chatter takes over, or reading up on
the material for tomorrow's lecture. That would have been a good idea,
maybe I should have brought a couple of weighty textbooks along as
well. It would stop me from wasting my time like this, I suppose.

Having said that, the little group just across the way appears to be
deep in discussion of either a) a fundamental philosophical point or b)
Hollywood's latest output. Difficult to tell, to be honest.

Only five minutes left to wait now, and still there's about 10 of us
in the building. Well, we weren't expecting a huge turnout; everyone's
more likely to be working, socialising, drinking themselves under the
table (unlikely at 5pm, although you never know) or doing something
that isn't toe-curlingly boring.

Another 20 people walk through the door. My mistake. Time to join
them.