During a meeting yesterday we discussed that recurring issue, what to do if a user lands on the wrong page of the web application we're currently building.
It was mid-afternoon, and I was a bit tired, and for one vivid moment I had a surreal vision of myself as a user, having landed on the wrong spot, being turned into a tree, like a male version of Daphne in the copy of the statue at Faringdon when I was a child - outstretched fingers turning into laurel leaves, mouth frozen in a comical "O".
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