I don't want to go to school, Mummy.

At 8.30 this morning, I have to climb up to the boardroom for a brainstorm. That I have difficulty sleeping at night adds on to the pain of trying to be out of the house by 7 (I live up north).

I rolled out of bed at the last possible second and flash-showered and clothed myself. Then discovered that I still wouldn't have time to put on my shoes. So there I was, sneakers in hand, making my way to the train station.

People stare at me often enough. Today, they took out their secret pair of eyes and gave me more attention than needed.

What's so strange really? If some women can apply their make-up on their commute, why I can't I put on my sneakers on the train?

Off to meeting.