There's something about really early in the morning - not just that it's really early, either. An added coldness, a sharpness in the air. Everything is much louder at half five, like people's bodies just being awake somehow creates a background thrum that lifts everything up a notch.
I'm not keen on getting up so early in the morning - of course, no-one is, but I'm a terrible morning person. I do need lots of sleep. Thatcher famously got by on 25 minutes of sleep a night, but she turned out batshit so I'm basically proud to need at least 9 hours a night. Genuinely. I got five last night and I feel like I've had a stroke.
I've been getting up early to commute to London for a number of weeks - not the best idea, I'll admit, but I've had some fun freelance work on the go and commuting for a few days a week is much cheaper than actually moving to London. Depressingly, the door-to-door commute from Coventry-London isn't really that much longer than the London-London commute I might otherwise be doing.
When did that happen? When did we decide it was OK to spend three or four hours a day in intimate contact with sweating strangers on unreliable public transport? It's a peculiar thing. I always used to think of the tube as a benign, almost friendly thing - something that took you to the fun stuff. Now it is malevolent and out to get me, ruin my day.
Back when I lived in Bangor the office was a 15-minute walk away from the house, which I actually thought was a bit too long, so I drove sometimes. It was quite nice to be able to finish at half five in the evening and by 5.45pm to be sat in the living room with a cup of earl grey watching the West Wing.
There's that French saying - 'plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose' - the more things chance, the more they stay the same. It's really not true, stupid France. The more things change, the more things change. And that's as sage as I can be at this time of day. Time to get ready.
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