Every day I walk to the bus stop shaking out my hair, like a wet puppy and praying it dries before I reach work, because I don’t have enough time to blow dry it before running out of the house.

It’s so hard to get out of bed before the sun is even up.

My morning routine involves hitting the snooze button for a half hour before I can’t handle the urge to pee anymore and finally roll off my bed into a heap on the floor.

Eventually I stand up and head to the bathroom, but even that is a process.

I’m not a morning person.

I’m so grumpyabout being awake that I don’t like people talking to me for at least an hour after I’ve woken up– two hours if I can manage it.

However I’ve found that the older I get, the earlier my body wakes up, the less time I want to spend in bed and the more I enjoy watching mornings unfurl in their bright pink, orange and yellow glory.

Mornings have slowly crept into my heart as the most peaceful and magical part of the day. It’s quiet and calm. Serene and lovely.

Everything is new again.

So as I sit on this suburban bus waiting to leave the terminal I want to wish you all a very good morning and start to the day.

We draw nearer and nearer to Friday, and that, my darlings, is a wonderful thing.