Waking Up
I had a meeting at 10:00 am this morning so had to get up earlier than usual. I woke up at 8:00 am and it was dark. I hate waking up when its still dark outside. It wasn’t just dark either, it was raining heavily, but not so heavily that I could hear large drops of rain dripping on my window ledge. It was a terrible wake up, I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep but I couldn’t, I had important things to do. I finally managed to get myself out of bed at 8.33 am and did all the usual morning things but at a rather leisurely pace, with the wet weather, I figured everyone to be late for the meeting, I even took some time to play with the cat. He was just sitting in my chair, watching me going about my morning ritual.
I made myself a mug of hot Ribena. For some reason I really felt like Ribena. Finished off my drink, put on my shoes and jacket, deployed my hood and off I went at 8.56 am. I walked reasonably briskly to the station and at the platform, I only waited 2 minutes for a train to arrive. With the wet weather, I assumed that The Tubes would be packed with either “Severe” or “Minor Delays”, there were minor delays, but I didn’t notice. When I caught the second train, it was pretty much the same, it just arrived as I got to the platform. Everthing Tube-wise was going rather well. I actually arrived at uni on time, so did everyone else.
It’s strange. Sometimes its rush, rush, rush and you end up running late, while other times when you take your time without much care, things turn out hunky-dory, why is that?