It's 7am on Friday morning and where am I? Not in bed, oh no. I'm in work, where I've been since 6.45am. The reason for this is a 6 day bus strike which we're 2 days into. I'm having to ask people in work who also live on the north shore (other side of the harbour to where we work), if they can pick me up or give me a lift home. It's not pleasant. Traffic is so bad that people leave really early, about 6.15am, to beat most of it. It seems so unatural to get up when it's still dark outside, although it does remind me of home. I'm very, very tired.

The worst part is that although they come in early, they're all workaholics! They don't leave after they've done their 7 and a half hours like any normal person, they leave after 9 or 10 hours. It's likely to be a very looooooong day today.