When I woke up on Wednesday morning and realised I could no longer kid myself that I wasn’t catching Tim’s cold I was rather gutted because I knew I had an busy and exciting weekend ahead of me, which I wanted to be able to enjoy Happily, either good fortune or the cocktail of vitamin C and echinacea which I was swallowing meant that my cold was nowhere near as bad as Tim’s, and so it was that by Saturday afternoon I almost felt okay again.

Saturday actually got off to a pretty bad start when I woke up at 5.30 am. I’m currently in my third week of working on a property development company in Banbury, a job which necessitates leaving home at 6.30am every morning, and thus I’ve had to get used to early starts. I’m obviously subconsciously a bit stressed about oversleeping, because my body decided it wanted to get up at that time even on a weekend Perversely, I didn’t actually feel sleepy at that point at all, so sat awake for a few hours playing on my computer until the internet connection did the usual and died. It must have been about half past seven at this point, in other words it was still far too early to actually get out of bed, so I decided to lie down and have a little snooze… Next thing I knew it was 10am and having been beaten to the bathroom by my sister, I was well on my way to being late (more…)