stephen and the stationery girl.

Every day I get the same four trains with a tall man who goes home to loveless relationship. His face sad and his sandwiches unkempt.

His girlfriend taps him on the head and says "what's going on in there?"

He looks away, fighting back the anger.

Poor man.

It's only a matter of time before he doesn't come home one day because he's finally kissed the girl who orders the stationery.

Their fling has been a long time coming.

He doesn't even bother making excuses to IM her any more.

He sits at his grey desk and automatically taps away.

"Morning Kate"

The short wait of 40 seconds for a response cripples his confidence.

"Morning Steve x"

"I wonder if she fancies me?" He asks himself. Constantly.

To balance out all the madness in my head I am now listening to Swan Lake. It's not helping.

23 unread text messages, 35 missed calls and voicemails, 568 unread emails. I need to get a grip.