Apparently this phrase originates from the early 1800s, although disagreement exists on where exactly, geography-wise — it either starts with the first ever oil well (drilled in New Zealand) and the need very soon afterwards to drill the second ever oil well nearby, or from the Luddites in England destroying machinery in an extremely prescient attempt to stop the impending AI takeover of the 21st century. They don’t look so crazy now, do they?

Anyway, I had a plan in place and it became misplaced, displaced, and replaced. So now you have whatever this is.

I could have forged ahead, proceeded apace with what little I had in hand, but would you rather have 50% quality on time, or 100% quality a little late?

Free feel to answer, but that question was wholly rhetorical, of course — you’ll get 100% quality every single time, even if it takes a fortnight, and by golly you’ll like it!

It won’t take a fortnight. I’ll be back on Wednesday. Spanners be damned.