Prevarication #3

I went out for Lunch at 1307. It is now 1401.

I've finished my salad, have skimmed all the broadsheets, have checked my email and have made a cup of tea.

There is nothing to do and nothing to stop me restarting work. Work that has, at pain of severe chastisement, to be finished before I go home.

But I cannot bring myself to get back to it. I would rather, it seems, arse around until exactly 1407 before resuming, even though that means I will end up leaving 6 minutes later than I need to.

This is a puzzle. And it's now 1405.

*edit: And Blogger's clock is 5 minutes slow.