Some people get up earlier than this every day. It’s a horrible way to live. Only a few more and I can get back to civilised times.
I had a text from my mother concerning my impending birthday. ‘Open your card carefully, there’s a surprise inside’. Anyone else might be looking forward to it but in my family, a surprise could mean a custard pie on a spring.
Last split shift today. One shift tomorrow – in the morning. Then things can get back to near-normal around here.
It’s a fine and sunny morning here. But why does it have to happen so early?