Wedge

There is noticeably more daylight nowadays, compared with the long drab winter months. It is always a more inspiring start to the day to leave the house in daylight, rather than to skulk out in the dark, when all the neighbours are still comfortably asleep. And it is not as if you can look forward to watching dawn breaking during the drive to work, as it never turns out to be a particularly glorious daybreak when you're stuck in the traffic, trying to avoid cyclists overtaking you on every side. And it doesn't help that I drive vaguely north to get to work, so am never in quite the right position to see a glorious daybreak if one were ever to arise. At the moment I am at least leaving work in daylight, even if it's dark before I get home. But the day will come soon enough when I will be tempted to stop off on the way home in order to take a stroll somewhere picturesque, typically involving trees.

I still try to get out at lunchtime to go for a walk around the institute. There is not much to see, other than the usual urban sprawl, but at least it is a useful form of healthy exercise, even if not particularly uplifting on an emotional level. The local high street, typical of many of our town centres, seems to have broken out in a rash of pound shops. I went into one the other day in search of a door wedge, and came out with a pack of five. For a pound. It was a bargain. I only needed one, but sometimes it is useful having a few spare. Or I have been considering selling them on for a small profit. That is how many entrepreneurs got started. Re-selling things at a profit, I mean, but not necessarily door wedges. Although there may well be a untapped market there.