THE morning (marathon part 2)

My marathon morning has not started well. I woke up 2seconds before my alarm as my back up alarm (read: my mum) phoned me. It being 6AM on a Sunday morning I was not feeling wide a wake but felt like curling back under my duvet. Luckily I could hear birds singing outside – a very rare occasion in the centre of Paris so I though I must join them – not in singing but being awake.

I made some coffee and burned my breakfast. This makes no sense since I make porridge every morning and have done so for years now I am used to NOT burning it. Except today. It being only a bit after 6AM on a Sunday morning, I decided that it will do. Didn’t taste too good.

I am still trying to decide on my top as the weather has changed from +15C° to +28C° and my old cunning plans were made idle.

A shower might be a good next step. Maybe that’ll change the way this is going.

I am still panicking btw.