I am not a morning person.

I am woken up when the (sun)light streams through our white cotton bedroom curtains. I then fall asleep/wake up/argue with myself for 30 minute intervals until I decide to drag myself out of bed. This all occurs between between 5am and 7.30am. I will stagger to the bathroom and complete my ablutions. I will wander from room to room in the flat until I have gathered what I think I will need for the day. I am usually grumpy and tired but resigned to the fact that this is life and I should not complain. Finally, I leave the house and make my way to the station. I have started to buy a small cafe mocha and plain croissant before I start my hour long journey into work. It helps on the days that I do not manage to eat breakfast at home and…