Grain of Sand

My watch buzzes my sleepy body awake. It's 7:50 AM but almost no light seeps under the blind; the forecasted heavy rain has materialised in anger. Just 5 more precious minutes in the covers, then I'll get going. I make my way down to the kitchen to make some max-strength coffee. Having slept in till 10 AM over the weekend my sleep clock is screwed and yesterday's enthusiasm for going into the office is slowly evaporating. Why did I need to go? Ah yes my colleague from Ireland is due in; I'd better still go. Coffee in hand I head to the bathroom. Do I need a shower? Nah, I had one last night; no ones sitting near me at work. Let me just run some wax through my bed-head hair, spray on some deodorant, take my vitamin D pills, and pack my toothbrush to use in the work changing rooms. I go back to the dark bedroom, my wife slowly stirring awake, and open the wardrobe. Shirt? None are ironed. A smart t-shirt and jumper will do; it's raining anyway. I'm now out the hou...