This morning, early, early-ish. Coffee bubbles. Eggs are poached in domes. Air is clear, cool to touch. Buttocks press on damp bench-plank. The view, half green, half blue. Out of this protein and caffeine draw some wakefulness. Protean: this is how the word wanders up in my mind. A mix of protein and caffeine? Versatile, changeable. Reluctant to be driving. Open window. Clock watch. On time, parking is easy. Feel competent, even, yes, sociable. In the big hall, one thousand white suits, one thousand voices, one thousand techniques: or thereabouts. It sounds like one thousand, it feels like one thousand. Every one happy, breaks sweat, body moving, brain connecting - this move goes here because - aha! How to smite your enemies! All the lovely relaxing loss of tension - I would describe as ebbs in swirls - how it leaves you as you should be, happy, glowing. And for the journey home, no satellite navigational advice. Follow a whim to Glastonbury instead, decide to vis