Irrational Numbers. For the last six years I have been getting up to go to work in the middle of the night. Each time I leave the house, I stand inside the front door in the darkness, checking my pockets for six essential items. Cash, Keys, Cards, Cameras, Glasses, Pens, Phones. Each time, I leave the house feeling anxious that something has been forgotten, and I am compelled to search bag and pockets whilst I walk to the bus stop and wait. Today I decided I really would have to write the list down as a checklist, and only then, for the first time in six years, did I realise there are SEVEN items on the list.
