Day to day

The daily grind of term time made me feel like I was falling into an inexorable tiredness. I couldn’t understand why my best mates from uni—working long hours in the city—could still play rugby on Saturday afternoons, drink all afternoon, night, recover on Sunday and go back to work at 6am on Monday. I came to the realisation that I was not invincible. The morning of my 25th birthday I plucked a grey hair from my head.