Alarm wakes me up. No not the alarm that I may have missed that Ti BB that someone posted on retrobike whilst I was asleep, but the alarm on my phone.
Get dressed, with a slight twitch as I glance the laptop out of the corner of my eye (something may have been asked that I could answer, or a new tip added). Jump on the modern bike for the ride to the station, almost crash as I imagine IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m on the Ã¢â‚¬â„¢95 S-Works FSR; again!
On the train now, with laptop bag, cursing Chiltern Railways for not having wireless on the train, drumming fingers, tapping feet, with the look of an addict who hasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t had their fix (you know the look)Ã¢â‚¬Â¦..
Ok, onto the tube, I know thereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s nothing I can do until I get inÃ¢â‚¬Â¦walk through the door, vaguely acknowledging colleagues as I enter the room, a nod, a grunt, but frankly they could have been saying anything. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m on a mission; get online, log in to check PMÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s, go to FS forum, followed by Wanted, followed by Retro Chat, phew, rb.co.uk fix achieved.
Drum fingers again, check email for any notifications on threadÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve participated in, check auction watch, and Myebay. Time for breakfast!
Alarm wakes me up, damn it!! (Now was I dreaming, or was that just yesterday?)
Get dressed, with a slight twitch as I glance the laptopÃ¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â¦Ã¢â‚¬Â¦
Tim Bowden 2007