… which I have completely failed to adjust (not that I tried all that hard). I managed to get to work for 8am two days out of three, a couple of weeks ago, but since then I’ve arrived after 10 every time.

It’s partly because I hate getting out of bed in the morning, and partly because I can’t seem to manage to go to bed before midnight. Possibly, if I was trying to get up at 5am and go to bed at 10pm every single day, I could do it. But when it’s only three days out of seven, it’s not really working.

Damn.

Also today, I am mostly … hoping I don’t squash any frogs on the way home tonight

… because I killed at least a dozen last week. It’s the time of year when they’re all hopping about after dark on wet evenings, looking for luuuuurrrrve… and finding a gruesome death under my wheels instead. Poor sods.