Yesterday

The bus journey is entirely uneventful. You get off the other end. As its quite cold outside you put on your woolly hat. You recognise that last year you would have preferred your ears to freeze and break off than to suffer the indignity of someone seeing you wearing a hat (particularly someone that you knew!) but as you have reached the mature age of 33, that sort of thing doesn't bother you so much. You still take off the hat, though, as you get within 200 yards of your work place.

You enter the building and take the stairs to the 3rd floor (it is the only exercise you really get these days). Once at your desk you remember that there is something you meant to tell your boss