Monotone

Up at 5.30 this morning in a bid to finish work early enough to get back to the city in time for dinner with some friends. It's not my usual schedule, thank god (I can usually work from home), but it was worth it.

I saw some grey faces on the train - commuting like that would send you to an early grave, I reckon - and overheard some bizarre conversations, including an eight-year-old across the aisle: "If you don't let me, Daddy, I'll stand up and shout 'Kidnapper!' or worse." Blimey.