first day at work

Heaving myself out of bed this morning was not nice. the crazy thing is, that I usually get up early anyway. There is some psychcological thing about HAVING to get up, and knowing that you need to get out of the house, into the icy cold rainy morning and sit on a commuter train getting hotter and hotter, until you get off, and then jostle through the barriers at a London Terminal, across the concourse, and down into the underground, where you join a queue to go through the barrier to join another queue to get down the escalator onto the platform, gradually getting warmer and warmer in your wool coat, and there you wait for the train to come, and when it does it is too full of people, so you wait for the next one, and then it arrives and you push onto it and stand for 20 minutes with your face in someones chest/arm/back. lurching around and hoping that the sheer squash of bodies will keep you upright, because you can't reach a handrail to hold yourself steady. On arrival at the destination station, and re-emerging outdoors, the relief of fresh air is dampened by the rain and you now have to walk to the office, dodging puddles and praying that you are not sprayed by a curbing taxi or bus, or that you don't step on one of those nasty loose paving slabs that emit a jet of cold grimy water from beneath.

Aaahhhh .... London. I was welcomed back into the working world with the most horrible wet raining morning ever. I am now one of the commuter masses once again. I'm happy about the job bit, but the commuting...not such fun. I guess you can't have it all.