I woke up a little late the other day. The repetitive buzzing of the watch alarm against my wrist had indeed roused me from my sleep as it was meant to.
But somehow in the haze of early morning slowness, I had managed to hit off instead of snooze. That meant that instead of those precious eight minutes of sleep before the buzzing began again, I instead slipped right back into dreamland, where I was having a grand old time fishing with an old friend.
However, dream fishing was not the order of the day, work was. And so it was quite a shock to see the time when my telephone finally rang and woke me, and I leapt from bed without so much as a thought for fashion.
Arriving at work, bedraggled and in track pants, a hooded jumper and old dirty sneakers, I realised that I don’t really give a lot of thought to fashion most days, and my bedraggled outfit wasn’t too far apart from my everyday outfit.
I work in a studio, with my co-host Megan. It’s not a role that sees a lot of interaction with others, and certainly not one that requires a suit and tie, or even a remotely fancy standard of dress, really.