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.