…between my very strong desire to stay in bed and my rational understanding that I need to get my ass down to the gym.
I’m sipping a coffee and procrastinating online, still in bed. The only factor tipping the scales is the ungodly noise coming from one of the building sites here in Canary Wharf.
For some reason – bucketloads of cash, perchance? – they have permission to start work at 8am on a Saturday morning. The drilling and banging is making my bed seem that little bit less comfortable.
My walk home from Canary Wharf tube station last night reminded me that, pretty soon, the beautiful view of the Thames is soon going to be completely obstructed by more large, square buildings. I had to get all the way to Westferry Road before I could see the sunset.
Right. Time to get up and get going – I can take some of this frustration out on the gym equipment down at West India Quays…