Five nanobots went in and, yesterday, three days later three emerged tired and hungry with many stories to tell.
However none of them are related to why I’m rubbish at remembering to put articles up on Mondays.
Today while having breakfast Captain Lawrence Oates fell out of my nose and into my cereal.
This weeks articles are dedicated to Lawrence, the bravest nicest nanobot I ever had the pleasure to meet. I hope he’s gone to the great tympanic membrane in the sky.