Bloody Doorbell
So, for the second night running, I managed to get a good, sound nights sleep… which was promptly disturbed at 8am by the doorbell going. This time it was the cleaning company who do the communal areas [either that or someones flat is being done over and I let them in]. Don’t these people understand that I’ve got 11 years of sleep to catch up on? No doubt the postman will wake me tomorrow as I’m expecting some books from Amazon which will be too large to fit in the letter box.
And before you lot have a go at me with comments about being a layabout and the like I worked damn hard I worked I turned up to work for over 9 years to get this payoff. I think I deserve it 
But surely it was the postman bringing your sweeties .. which is good, no?
The bearing of sweets (and wireless trackball) did soften the blow of being brutally woken up, yes. There was no such consolation with the cleaning people.