The alarm goes off at 5.30am amazingly most mornings I wake up just before it. Between then and 8am is usually a whirlwind of activity in our house.
The alarm goes off at 5.30am to signal the start of another working day. I gulp down a quick orange juice, remember to grab my Kindle so I can read The Times on the commute in, then dash to my local station to get the 6.32am train to Waterloo.
The past two months have definitely taken their toll on my body! I've just about recovered from last month's Forecourt Trader of the Year Awards, and that was preceded by our inaugural customer week at Cowes Week in the Isle of Wight, followed by Automechanika in Frankfurt. All three events were fantastic but there is a physical price to pay.
What a difference a week makes! The Sunday before I wrote this, I was savouring the atmosphere in the Olympic Park after having had the privilege of witnessing Jessica Ennis, Greg Rutherford and Mo Farrah win three gold medals in the athletics. We were all punch drunk after watching one of the greatest sporting nights ever, and nobody wanted to go home.
My morning alarm clock time is dictated purely by the geography of the day ahead. With clients dotted all around England, Scotland and Wales, and over 30 specialist retail colleagues from both the agency and valuation side of our business, located across 14 regional offices, I have a variety of potential destinations to head off to when stepping over the threshold of the house I share with my partner Gilly, in West Yorkshire.
The day starts at around 6.30am with either the dog, the children or the alarm waking us up. We all try to eat breakfast together then head off in our separate directions.
A day in my life? Well, this should put an end to any misconceptions that a lawyer's lot is a glamorous one.