Here comes Summer, or not

I don't think it could get any rainier, or more grey, or more miserable than it is this morning in London. But I could be wrong. It probably could.

Ugh. Monday has not started well. I woke up late following a bizarre dream in which I kept keying in a series of codes in order to stop an annoying beeping sound. Of course, it then transpired that I had turned off my alarm in a half-awake half-sleep state. My brain was trying to keep me in bed. This happens to me a lot. Sometimes I dream that I have got up, got dressed and gone to work, only to wake up in a panic at 8.59am, with no hope of getting to work on time.

So, quite apart from the alarm debacle, it is raining, and with the rain came the discovery that my shoes leak, which was lovely. Nothing nicer than tramping into work with squelchy toes.

On the up side, my boss is still away, so trundling in at 10.28 - not a problem.