How I love sunny mornings which wake you up before Radio 4 and the manic beeping of the alarm. The ones that bathe you in a golden glow as you indulgently read your book before having to rise. I've never really paid much attention to mornings like these before - my previous routine saw my alarm going off at 6, me ignoring it and then being pushed out of bed by Mr M, before rushing around the flat and sprinting to get my train.
Being out of work, as lonely and disruptive as it has been at times, has opened my eyes to the simple things in life - sleep, trips to the market, tea breaks with a mug (eight years of paper cups, three times a day), flat shoes, the joy of homemade sandwiches and planning meals. It feels as though I've been in hibernation for eight years and I'm finally waking up.