Monday morning. Up at 6am just so I can spend 20 extra minutes with the wife at Victoria Station. Damn, the sheer bloody romance of sitting in Costas being deafened by station announcements and jostled by Germans with large bags.
And so the countdown to next weekend begins.
It all feels particularly harsh this morning - had the most perfect Sunday imaginable. It really was one of those rare days when you fall in love all over again; cuddling, dozing and drinking tea in bed is enough to swell your heart fit to burst. Even the sunday night ritual of 24 and a foot rub seemed particularly special.
Sigh. Look, I'm too drippy even to be entertaining today.
Well, back to clearing my desk, then.