…and I’m annoyed.

It’s funny how the journey into work can really set your mood for the entire day. What’s more annoying is it’s all my fault.

I’d decided last night that it’d be an excellent idea to go to the gym first thing today, meaning that:

1. I’d miss the morning traffic
2. I’d feel refreshed and ready for the day and
3. c) I’d actually get to the gym, as opposed to what normally happens after a long day at work (particularly those with a pub lunch (as today’s going to be))…

Sadly, on waking up to my alarm some 45 minutes early, I leaned over in a half-asleep state, reset the alarm for my normal wake up time and promptly fell back to sleep, smiling smugly.

I think karma decided I need to get a kick up the ass, for when I finally fell out of bed at normal time, it was raining and foggy outside.

What does that mean? It means people forget how the hell the odd metal contraption with wheels in their driveway works.

It normally takes 40 minutes to get into work. It took 1 hour 20 minutes today.

I definitely need that pint at lunch…

(Pictures to follow, as despite having my camera docking cradle here at work, I’ve left my camera at home! I am teh best!)

Pat