A certain sense of satisfaction

At 08:35 on the 16th of April I set off to work in what I can only describe as soul destroying weather. I'd woken up feeling like a fat man was sitting on my chest and it had taken what felt like super human strength to get out of bed. I was running seriously late, which always ruins cycling to work, and I was becoming more agitated as the seconds ticked on. Having put all my stuff in my bag I zipped it up when, POP, the zip broke. Blood pressure rising. "OK, forget about it and move on," I thought as I zipped a fluorescent jacket around my bag. POP. The zip broke on that too. I threw the broken pieces on the floor in anger and disbelief. How could those two zips break at the same time? Had the world got it in for me? The weather was so atrocious it was essential that I had a bright cover over my bag so I hunted for the other dayglo jacket I had and zipped it on. Now I was really late. The morning got worse when I discovered that although it was really, really misty, it was also windy and cold, like winter. I got to work flustered, sweaty and wet from the mist. I was going to have a black mood most of the day.

Day, finished I cycled home in much more clement conditions than I'd arrived in. After getting a bit of food I slept on the couch for an hour. At 10 pm I was back out the door and cycling to Edinburgh to photograph a club event for Beltane. A night of different drumming styles from 11pm - 3am it was going to be visulally exciting and incredibly noisy. Brilliant!

3:15 am - A crazy night of eclectic drumming and about 400 photos later and I'm back on the bike home again. I got in about 3:45 and after a little faffing around was asleep for 04:15. The following day I was back in work.