stream of unconsciousness

This morning I woke up a while before the alarm went off convinced for some reason that I was late. Having sat bolt upright wide awake in bed and been half way out before realising there were still a few minutes left, I decided to hide in the cosy duvet until I had to get up.

Somehow in that six or seven minutes I managed to go back into a deep sleep instead of simply luxuriating in the warm darkness. That meant that when the alarm did go off, I was completely knackered. That few minutes of sleep had really taken it out of me. Now if I could doze off that quickly at night, it would be a different matter, though I have to admit that last night it wasn’t so long before I was in the land of nod.

Today so far has contrived to be unlike winter without actually resembling spring over much. If ever there was a transitional day that is in weather terms, neither one thing nor another, it is today. Still, it feels rather better in that the sun was shining, albeit not overly strongly, and the morning was brightish without being in your face about it. I am not as a rule one of these people who finds winter massively depressing, but this year seems to have been a little different. Normally I like the cold weather and am not worried by too much dark (though I would like few hours more daylight).

I suspect it was the early start to this winter, followed by the sudden and complete loss of competence by all transport authorities in the country even after the snow had gone. Since early December there has been hardly a day without delays, disruptions or some other problem on the Tube, Overland or, to a lesser extent, the buses. This was fair enough when the snow was lying and everything was frozen solid, but when these people start labelling ordinary rain as ‘adverse weather conditions’ and running a skeleton service, well, it becomes wearing.

Over the past few months it has all been rather relentless: the jobs situation remains poor and unresolved, infrastructure and services are falling apart and the place feels definitively third world at times.

But a touch of late winter sunshine and it all feels just that little bit more bearable.

stream of unconsciousness

This morning I woke up a while before the alarm went off convinced for some reason that I was late. Having sat bolt upright wide awake in bed and been half way out before realising there were still a few minutes left, I decided to hide in the cosy duvet until I had to get up.

Somehow in that six or seven minutes I managed to go back into a deep sleep instead of simply luxuriating in the warm darkness. That meant that when the alarm did go off, I was completely knackered. That few minutes of sleep had really taken it out of me. Now if I could doze off that quickly at night, it would be a different matter, though I have to admit that last night it wasn’t so long before I was in the land of nod.

Today so far has contrived to be unlike winter without actually resembling spring over much. If ever there was a transitional day that is in weather terms, neither one thing nor another, it is today. Still, it feels rather better in that the sun was shining, albeit not overly strongly, and the morning was brightish without being in your face about it. I am not as a rule one of these people who finds winter massively depressing, but this year seems to have been a little different. Normally I like the cold weather and am not worried by too much dark (though I would like few hours more daylight).

I suspect it was the early start to this winter, followed by the sudden and complete loss of competence by all transport authorities in the country even after the snow had gone. Since early December there has been hardly a day without delays, disruptions or some other problem on the Tube, Overland or, to a lesser extent, the buses. This was fair enough when the snow was lying and everything was frozen solid, but when these people start labelling ordinary rain as ‘adverse weather conditions’ and running a skeleton service, well, it becomes wearing.

Over the past few months it has all been rather relentless: the jobs situation remains poor and unresolved, infrastructure and services are falling apart and the place feels definitively third world at times.

But a touch of late winter sunshine and it all feels just that little bit more bearable.