I am frequently amazed at the power of simple things to prove difficult or to go wrong. This morning was a case in point. I whacked on the coffee machine while I hurried around the place getting ready to leave. I started to rush as I hate my coffee to be stewed, I raced down to the machine, ready to fill my travel mug for the long ride in the car and then I discovered that coffee doesn't brew well if you don't put any in the machine. That's right, I'd made some homeopathic coffee, hot bloody water.

In fact, my homeopathic coffee wasn't truly homeopathic as it probably contained several molecules of coffee, unlike homeopathy, which simply contains the concept of coffee ritualised by some people who don't understand the physical world, or more probably refuse to understand it as it would require them to accept that their magic medicine is a load of nonsense, which would in turn make them feel like they don't have something to contribute to their patients and that they've been wasting everyone's time.

Nobody wants to waste their time, which is why the road closure that led to my car park this morning annoyed me. I had to cleverly contrive an alternative route, only to discover that the entire area was cordoned off by the police. Not quite as much of a waste of time as homeopathy, but just as pointless.

This is the start to my week. I wonder how it's going to turn out.