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  • It's OK cycling home as long as I do the last bit on the train.
    I get as far as Hackney Wick and I have worked off a lot of the stress parcels I work up at the workplace.
    I used to do both ways on the bike. But my wife did medical training and she didn't enjoy being reminded of my mortality - and my family trait to die young and sudden from a heart condition. So I get on the train at Hackney Wick.
    I like it when I have to wait for the train to come. I get back my breath before I join all of my fellow 'had-to-work-on-a-bit, back-in half-an-hour' travelers. Feels like the ride has done me good. The station is perched on a ridge looking over the warehouses, made to hum now by the Fish Island artists. Then there's the sky and the wires.
    On a bad night I check for e mail on my i Phone. On a good night I'm plugged into the player and its John Coltrane and a sunset.
    I come in looking tired but not close to death, which is better all round really...
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