Rude Awakening

There is no worse way to start the working week than waking up to hear the neighbour's front door banging and seeing daylight creeping throught the curtains.

Given that we are in the depths of dark and depressing mornings and I have been travelling to work for the past few weeks fully headlit, this was alarming - or, in my case today, not, because it didn't go off. Half past eight. Disaster.

Anyway, the day improved and finished nicely with a meal of enormous proportions at the Longniddry Inn. I may never eat again.

I blipped this - very badly - on the way home, thinking it may be the answer to my unreliable alarm clock. Who'd sleep with this nightmare next door?