Dread over heels

When I wake up in the morning, I am in a state of foggy confusion for the first hour. I shuffle from room to room, arbitrarily picking things up and putting them down again, wincing if my flatmates speak louder than a whisper. I think it is my body’s way of managing to stay almost-asleep…

Note to self: never go to the gym after work

In the mornings, there are usually about six people in the entire gym. It’s quiet. After a few weeks you even start recognising the regulars. There’s the old guy, whose routine involves changing his shirt in the weight room (bet you a dollar I’ve seen more elderly nipples than you today) and then balancing uneasily…