Diary of a Grammatical Misfit

For example today I am work. I am averaging ten-hour days at the moment and a lot of it’s quite dull. It’s cold, the heating in our office’s broken and this morning was the first day in ages that I didn’t hurt from cold while waiting for the train - thanks to the extra thick trousers, extra thick long socks, vest, top, zip-up fleece, thick long winter coat, hat, scarf and gloves I was wrapped up in. (Yes I know I’m pathetic but I have below normal resting body temperature so get very cold standing still).

All in all, not a great day. So I remember where I was this time last year - in the south island of New Zealand, touring the Marlborough vineyards in the back of a van driven by a random Aussie bloke my friends met in the pub the day before. Steadily getting pissed and basking in sunshine. Admiring the views of miles of green, stretching towards the mountains. Giggling as Dave the Aussie hurtled round corners and the five of us in the back tried not to fall on top of one another.