Yet I consider myself extremely lucky to have the perfect antidote, thanks to the nursery run – which at this time of year takes place as the sun rises over the frost-covered grass – across the historic Wanstead Flats.
Half the size of Hampstead Heath, the flats are a treasure trove, containing, on any given day, ancient oaks, scrubland, skylarks, grounded kites, dogs, historic planted avenues, the next generation of premiership footballers, and the remains of a stately home that more than rival north London’s famous Kenwood House.
What else? Cattle grazed in its enclosures until 1996, and military troops (both English and German) have camped there. In the summer you’d think it might sink under the weight of blackberries.
And best of all, quite literally pancake flat, this slice of countryside allows for a great big view under a stretched-out London sky, giving my mind a bit of space – before I squeeze it back into the daily minutiae of screens and small print.
What do you love about the Flats?