So, I have a new job now! Mostly it hurts my brain quite a lot. But I think it’s going to be OK. Turns out that the telecoms industry is actually kind of complex – who knew?

I am delighted with my new commute though. Where before I was travelling into central London every day, along with eleventy billion other grumpy and occasionally-smelly people, now I’m going in the opposite direction. My commute takes me out into the suburbs, on a bus! It’s a delight after my previous 45 minutes-each-way on the tube in complete darkness. Now I have a view outside my window, and there are fields and shit! And, more thrilling still, I can always get a seat. Happy days.

In a fit of enthusiasm for the bucolic splendour outside my bus window, I am considering buying a bike. I will get fit! And save the environment! Where’s the downside? I mean, I guess I’m over-looking the fact that I have a long and proud history of sitting on my arse and resolutely not working up a sweat. But, how hard can it be?

Is this a whole new Lizzie? Or will I cycle to work twice, realise I loathe it, and leave the bike to moulder in the shed for all eternity? Anybody who knows me even slightly would put their money on the latter, but you never know. Although, I am vaguely remembering that I look ridiculously stupid in a cycle helmet. Hmmmm….