The other kind of morning.

I'm starting to think somebody is reading my blips and using them to plan how to teach me a lesson. I complain about cows in the road, and the next day I get blocked by a wall of cows. I make a mild complaint about mornings and donkeys, and I get woken up at 5am, told the entire system has fallen over and have to get to London immediately.

I wouldn't mind quite so much, but my phone alarms are desperately trying to wake me up two hours too late. Hopefully it won't be too big problem, but I feel a little bit worse for wear right now, and was looking forward to a weekend with Sam...