text: Wake up warm except a freezing cold face. Shout abuse at the alarm clock. Snooze 5-6 times. Mutter abuse to yourself as you flop out of bed limb by limb. Open the curtains to show a dark, overcast, miserable day. Sigh. Get in the shower and forget that the first 15 seconds are freezing cold water. Dance like a little girl while holding your privates and avoid the ice of doom coming from the shower head. The shower finally warms up and it's bliss. Stay in the shower for about 5 minutes too long because you can feel the cold air outside. Finally muster up the courage and get out to dry yourself in record time with the accompanying "brrrrrr". Make it downstairs, dressed. Just the collar and cuffs ironed because you know you're going to be wearing a jumper for the rest of the day. Have a cup of tea, some toast/porridge/cereal. Listen to the radio while you eat. Clean teeth, looking in the mirror and wishing that the person staring back at you would cheer up. It can't be that bad can it? Oh well, no time for this. You're late for work. Get in car and slam the heater on full blast so that the windows steam up and use the sleeve of your jumper to clear off a 3 square inch window on the windscreen. Repeat for 30 minutes. Put the radio on, turn it off. Radio presenters shouldn't be that cheerful in the morning. Maybe a talk show would be good. BBC Radio 5/2/4 should have you covered. Finally get to work. Realise you're late but just this once (which is what you tell yourself everyday) it won't be a big deal. It's only 5 minutes and that time in the shower was well spent. You know you're doing 2 hours of overtime anyway even though you know you schedule is clear for the whole day. Something will pop up at the last minute. Make mundane comments to your colleagues. Sit at your desk, check emails, start work with a cup of coffee. Make it through to lunchtime and then get a cheap, thin, limp tuna sandwich from Tesco just down the road. Get back to work. More tea. More emails. More work. At 1645 your boss does the rounds just before they leave. "Oh wait, we have a problem and I really need you to fix it or we will be in a tight spot. You will? Good lad. See you tomorrow!". Sigh. Join the rush hour traffic. Tomorrow will be better. It has to be. Thank God it's Thursday today. Oh no, it's actually Tuesday. Get home. Put the TV on. Look in the fridge and look at all the food you have that you can prepare into a tasty, delicious, nutritious meal. Take frozen curry out the freezer and shove it in the microwave and grab a beer. Wonder if you really do need to punch those little holes into the film on top of the packaging. Fall in to the sofa until the magical dings happen and you know you can eat. Watch something mundane on tv, start to snooze. Wake up at 2350 and realise with great sadness that you have wasted your evening again. You'll do the washing up tomorrow. That's what you tell yourself every day during the week. Go upstairs, clean teeth and get in to bed. As you lie there, tomorrow will be a better day. Tomorrow will be a better say. Tomorrow will b.....