Got up early this morning, stretched and eventually left the flat. It was only when i stepped outside with a strange feeling of walking underwater that i realised it wasn't going to be a go-getting sort of morning. As i trudged through the thick air with heavy steps, i saw the only bus to borehamwood speed past in the distance. I groaned, and sat down on a wall to complain. But then i got angry, and then determined. I jumped on a bus heading in the opposite direction, and we picked up speed...