The New Routine

I've gone all early birdish.

My alarm goes off at 5.30 and 6am. I get up somewhere in between the two, wash, clean teeth, dress, grab stuff to shove in my bag, eat raisin loaf for breakfast and glug lemonade from the bottle, then get on my bike and go down to the station. I'm leaving the house at 6.30. I arrive at the station around 6.45, lock the bike and get the train.

The GNER trains are lovely. They're quiet and comfortable, it's very easy to sleep on them and they're clean. The train gets to Kings Cross at 7.50 and I get off. I had been walking the stretch down to the office from here, but due to foot and blister related disaster and the discovery of the number 46 bus, I now use public transport. I get into the office well before 8.30 and at 4.30 I get to go home.

This is good because it means if my trains have trouble I still get in at a reasonable time, and if not I leave the building in time to get home at a reasonable time. I'm also forced to do the exercise of travelling two miles per day under my own steam.

I don't find getting up at 5.45 any more difficult than getting up at any other time my alarm goes off. It's the whole have-to-get-up-now aspect that grates and it does that whether I'm getting up at 5am or 10am if I don't have a real choice in the matter. (Not that I remember the last time I was in bed at 10am...)

It's all effort, granted, but it seems to be working out pretty well so far. And soon, thanks to the previously recommended blister-plasters, I shall be able to walk again.

But I'm still not keen to do the distance to the bank or Holland & Barratt at lunchtime, even if it is only 5 minutes away. These things can wait.

Tonight on the journey back I ride in search of the most local convenience store. http://www.upmystreet.co.uk says there's one just around the corner...

On Saturday

Should I go to this:
UK2005 bid London Open Meeting
or get the house in order instead?

Hmm...

Operation Shop Hunt

Earlier I said I'd be seeking out the nearest convenience store on my way home (store? when did I go all American?). I didn't. The weather chose to pour down as soon as I came out of the station and continued to rain heavily all over me until I got home. Of course it stopped the instant I got inside.

I ventured out into the garden to put out the bin after that. I think the one solitary bin out on the road opposite could be a clue to the coming of the bin men. Doesn't explain why we had no sign of them last Friday though. Maybe I'll just leave the bin out there until they do turn up and empty it - it's not like I can use it now it's full, after all.

Must find a shop, though, the other "nearby" one is about 15 minutes walk away and I need milk since Natalie appears to have fed it all to Denver. And she scratched my non-stick pan by stirring something with a metal fork! Still, it's very quiet without them here and Nat helped out a lot.

Well, it's getting late so I better shut down and make bedwards moves ready for a fun packed day of doing nothing in front of a computer tomorrow followed by the shop-hunt I aborted today.