Well, that was fun.
I was woken up this morning by the sound of a car revving outside the window. It took a split second to realise this meant I hadn't been woken by an alarm clock and I catapulted out of bed, knowing I'd overslept. In fact, it was already the time at which I would ideally like to find myself on a train.
Often it can take me two hours between waking and being ready to leave the flat but today, fuelled by panic, I managed it in 20 minutes.
I'd missed breakfast, but reckoned I could grab something from the canteen at work. I'd also missed my usual mug of tea, which is dangerous because I tend to get a killer headache if I don't drink something soon after waking up.
Of course, when I got into work the system was misbehaving again, so there was plenty of time for tea, a couple of bread rolls and a low fat yoghurt (how I pine for cheese on toast).
And now I'm twiddling my thumbs.