After a year of working from home almost exclusively, I'm going to be spending the next two weeks (maybe longer) working at a client's offices near Euston. On one hand this is great. With HFBB being away in Poole during the week, if I'm not careful, I can go days without speaking to anyone face to face. While I'm quite happy with my own company (and that of the internet) up to a point, I've been getting increasingly dissatisfied with rattling around the house on my ownsome all week. So the chance to get out and about during the day, and embrace the randomness that is life outside the front door is something I'm quite looking forward to. I'm also looking forward to the photo opportunities, because frankly, I'm almost out of things to photograph indoors, and while the tree outside is beautiful, there are only so many photos of blossom one can handle.

On the other hand, I've spent the last year not having to get dressed up to get to work, spending most of my time wearing jeans (once I'd got beyond the "working in pj's because I can" stage) and combined with some physical changes as a result of being on something of a health kick over the last year, it means the wardrobe is almost literally bare when it comes to work-wear. Luckily the place I'm going to be working isn't a full-on suit and heels kinda place, but I still had to do a bit of an emergency dash along Lordship Lane on Saturday. I managed to find a couple of suitable things that weren't ridiculously over-priced, but I will still have to hit the shops to get me to the end of the week. I'm also not entirely looking forward to the commute. In theory, it should be nice and easy: train to London Bridge then Nothern Line to Euston, but there's enormous potential for disaster in that deceptively simple route.

It'll be a bit of a shock to the system to get up and out the house that early every morning. It's not that I lie in bed til noon every day - I'm usually awake by 8 and at my desk by 9, but it's going to be a little strange dancing to someone else's beat again.

I should really be in bed by now, but I'm not nearly sleepy enough, so I've been trying to kill the time usefully by preparing everything for the morning.

Outfit: check. Accessories: check. Camera: check. iPhone: synced and charging. Knitting: check. New Moleskine: DISASTER! No fresh Moleskine available. How could this happen?! Shoes: choice narrowed to two pairs. Final decision pending. Bag: available selection unsatisfactory. Compromise chosen and packed.

Sorted.

Except for the sleep bit.

Damn.