Day 24 - It's Chemicals or Poo From Here On In.

A 06:30 alarm and a 07:09 Monday morning train adds a much needed novelty to proceedings. Trees, rabbits and birds evoke much more optimistic feelings than cars, tarmac and pigeons (although admittedly also birds).

The intention was to return home yesterday but instead I opted for postponing my inescapable return to reality for as long as possible. This is very much at the forefront of my mind, so as much as the variety of my different commute is nice, there is an unsettling uncertainty in my stomach which either stems from emotional apprehension or its the coffee I just consumed after a poor night's sleep. It's all one and the same.

Sometimes after a bad sleep coffee only serves to disorientate and grog. This is what has happened today. The unplanned extra night also means I have run out of my supply of Fexofenadine, a high strength prescription antihistamine, leaving me slightly pre-occupied with a side concern of hoping I am able to breathe well enough to host a meeting at work later this morning. It'll be strange enough being in the office as it is, although equally work has never been so welcome. Another mild irritant distracting me away from peace is that on boarding the train the only forward facing seat available was next to the toilet. I was hoping that the change at Hull would open up possibilities of a less chemically smell but that hasn't happened. It's chemicals or poo from here on in. 

It's interesting to note how quickly the optimistic tone of this has shifted. Fate is rearing its cruel synapse formations, predicatable but unwelcome nonetheless. 

It should all be okay though. A busy day with plenty to occupy and distract. And I need to face the reality of my home sooner or later. It's mainly just a shame, at this very precise moment at least, that after such a hopeful start to have the smell of a UK transport toilet act as a metaphor and foreshadowing for my life.