Clocks and departures

While I didn't have to go into work today, it didn't mean that I had anything resembling a lie-in, because my daughter was due to leave early this morning for a school exchange trip to Finland, which, allied to the fact that British Summer Time started today, with the clocks going forward an hour, meant that I got a grand total of about four hours sleep overnight. Needless to say, my daughter didn't have any trouble getting up, the excitement of anticipation easily overcoming her usual weekend tendency to stay in bed until the streets are well and truly aired. The weather she's going to be met with at her destination is, to put it mildly, bracing - the temperature isn't forecast to get above freezing point all week. Best of luck, young lady!
I did catch up on a couple of extra hours later in the morning, though, so my exhaustion levels have been kept within reasonable bounds, for once, although, in the end, I found myself rushing about a bit to be ready to leave in time myself to catch my train to London this afternoon. It proved to be a bit of a tortuous journey, because the train was diverted because of engineering work, adding an hour to what is already a pretty substantial trip, followed by a convoluted itinerary on the Underground because of their weekend work, finally ending up back in the same East London place as I stayed in a couple of weeks ago at around 8:00 this evening. At least the clock change meant that most of the journey was made in daylight, which always helps, so far as I'm concerned.
One major aim for this week is to sort out a more permanent place to stay, given that I'm expecting to be starting on the full roster from next weekend. I've seen one or two places online which I think will be worth following up, and being on earlies this week should give me the opportunity to go and have a look at anywhere suitable (read affordable!) that's within sensible commuting distance of my workplace. One slightly offbeat option I spotted a couple of days ago was tempting - renting a room on a boat on the Thames, but the set-up seemed a bit too much on the commune-ish side for my taste, so I've decided not to pursue that one. I'm not the most sociable of souls, as I've said before, so there's little point in committing myself to somewhere I'd have to 'muck in', much as the idea of living on the river appeals to me. A single bedsit, where I can lock my door and shut out the world whenever I feel the need is much more my thing, I'm afraid.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B