Thursday 9th February 2012, 7.35am (day 168)
Well, here we all are on the early morning cattle truck, pulling into a freezing cold, damp station (voted one of the 10 worst in the country a couple of years ago), and probably all off, like I was, to do something that our employer has decided is terribly important but almost certainly isn’t.
No wonder everyone’s face was like this. Damn sure mine was.
Being 42 
god that’s depressing.
At least I don’t have to do it every morning!