I’d worked half an hour too much overtime to be paid for it this week, so I started half an hour late. Got absolutely drenched on the way to work, Matt and I stopped for breakfast pastries which we then couldn’t eat because it was raining so torrentially.

Got to work and realised I must’ve changed the rota and not remembered... because instead of half an hour late I was actually half an hour early (and if I’d got it right I could’ve walked in the bright sunshine that came out as soon as we got to work). Dammit.