06:30 - My first alarm goes off, not that i need it. Despite hating mornings i leap out of bed enthusiastically like something out of a bad musical, expecting to burst into song at any time. My clothes for the day are laid out nice and neatly, i've even put my shoes underneath for gods sake, and i would be impressed with my organisation had it not been for the overnight bag next to the clothes....

It’s dark and it’s comfortable. It’s six thirty. I’m curled up into a ball like a foetus to fight the cold and in that state between sleep and awake, a sort of zombie stage. This is almost my favourite part of the day, apart from my phone buzzing on the table. Whilst I have no objections to being woken up by the melodic voice of Billie Joe Armstrong, the timing is far too early, so I snake...