I kissed my girlfriend but didn't wake her this morning, with change in my pocket, ready to jump on the bus. And depressed because of it - I hate Manchester buses, and it would be guaranteed I get to work late. Unless I'd set off ridiculously early, but 7 AM is bad enough thanks. The road on our estate looked a mess: melted snow that had been frozen solid. When I got to the main road though, it had obviously been gritted and it looked fine. I hurried back, shook her awake and kicked her out of bed, demanding she moved her car so I could get past on the scooter. Well, I tried to be nice about it really. And then I set off. Leaving her to make a cup of tea and get to the stables, muhahaha.

With big gloves a decent coat and two scarves on, getting to work was surprisingly easy and traffic wasn't as bad as it usually is. I almost got cocky about it, leaning into corners and revving at the lights - but then I got to the A5103 and an extremely slippery crossing onto it. The good thing about a scooter is you can dangle both feet by the sides as you slowly set off and open the gas.. Crawling to 10, then 20 miles per hour on the dual carriageway though, I left a truck behind me for dead.

This Monday morning, I could hardly get out of bed, actually feeling upset about having to go to work. That's not happened in a while. Whether or not the job at Westhoughton will get any better as I get used to it, I couldn't help but repeat a mantra: "why did I deserve to end up in a job as shitty as this?". And then telling myself it could be a lot worse, knowing I'm spoilt.

I had lunch again, on my own, at the Windmill pub on the A6. Much nicer menu and people, compared to the nearby Wagon & Horses.. And to be fair I quite like the feeling I get from parking my scoot outside, then having pub lunch. The A6 leads to Carlisle, then becomes the A7 to Edinburgh, and a travelling bug definitely hits me every time. Something else hit me harder though. I knew I needed to phone my ex-manager to arrange time sheets to be approved, and asked if I could come back. It was easily arranged, and getting back to the Westhoughton office I agreed with my manager I could leave immediately. It's Wythenshawe again tomorrow, and it's strange.. But it's such a relief.