Hello dear readers!
Starting the job I
probably should stop referring to as ‘new’ has led to some
sizeable changes to life at Seated Perspective Towers.
It has meant an end
to even the most modest of lie-ins; a need to rise early, deal with
the animals, grab a bite of brekkie and enough coffee to function as
something resembling a human being, and then gird my loins (look it
up, it’s fascinating), for the horrors of the morning commute.
It’s also meant a
reintroduction to breakfast TV.