its amazing how even after two weeks of not going to work on the tube every morning, you can drop without thought back in to a routine without thinking. whenever i step out of bed in the morning, i'm on autopilot through getting into the shower, fiddling with the taps until its the correct temperature, drying myself, finding a clean[ish] t-shirt, leaving the house, returning to the house to remember something i needed, working to the tube, getting on the tube, and reading until you notice moorgate station. baa.
