On the way to (or from, possibly) London, there's a wood with a wall in front of it, on which someone has painted the Commuter's Lament : "WHY DO I DO THIS EVERY DAY?"
I feel like that, right now.
I've never in my life had one of those nightmares people so often talk about where they say you want to run from something but you can't move.
I probably don't dream that because it happens so often in reality.
I don't have time for this, I have a lot to do, so I'm just going to have to shrug this off and carry on.
But first, a temporary solution.