Most days I bring Graham with me. He sleeps peacefully under my desk. If I'm going to train at lunch, sometimes I bring Molly instead, and that girl loves to run, to get muddy and worn out.
My job is good, I'm happy here. When my day is done, it's done. I head home to our little house, still covered in unpacked boxes and unhung pictures, and spend time with my family.
I cook things, we eat things, we do laundry and build bookshelves and go to bed early. My life is boring right now.
And I couldn't be happier.