Well, commencing my second week of commuting has certainly taken its toll on my general health, wellbeing and levels of exhaustion.
For the first time, I’ve found myself sleeping in the mornings on the way in to London. Falling asleep in the evenings is sort of common place, as it is a regular sight on the five thirty train to see swathes of middle-aged office workers fast asleep like babies; their heads lolling with the motion of the train.

However, my new-found napping in the mornings is slightly odd. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s my body telling me that at 8.20am I should still be tucked up in bed as opposed to competing for elbow room with the suited and booted I find myself surrounded by.

Once I’ve actually arrived here, the tiredness wears off and the real work begins. I’ve still found that the work load has been steady, and that my previous concerns regarding boredom are unfounded. I’ve managed to happily sit behind the laptop here for 6 hours a day and manage to occupy myself with work.