Still in my pyjamas, flipping through morning telly while waiting for my tea to cool down. That pleasant spring-summer sun is shining outside, and I’m still mentally making up excuses to skip work today. Looks like it's going to be a hot one – the kind where your shirt is soaked even before you step off the bus. The air will smell of spring leaves and coffee in plastic cups, and later – on the evening commute – I’ll be so sleepy all the way home...

Why on earth didn't I just stay in bed this morning...