Alarm wakes me up. No not the alarm that I may have missed that Ti BB that someone posted on retrobike whilst I was asleep, but the alarm on my phone.
Get dressed, with a slight twitch as I glance the laptop out of the corner of my eye (something may have been asked that I could answer, or a new tip added). Jump on the modern bike for the ride to the station, almost crash as I imagine I’m on the ’95 S-Works FSR; again!
On the train now, with laptop bag, cursing Chiltern Railways for not having wireless on the train, drumming fingers, tapping feet, with the look of an addict who hasn’t had their fix (you know the look)…..
Ok, onto the tube, I know there’s nothing I can do until I get in…walk...