Last night I disgracefully made the most of being home alone by staying up until an ungodly hour.
I genuinely didn’t mean to. I was waiting until the washing machine had finished what it was doing – annoying the neighbours with a late night spin cycle, if we’re lucky – so that I could take the stuff out and not leave it sitting in its own dampness overnight.
And it did that.
And I just carried on with what I was doing.
I was about an hour later than I wanted to be. I went to bed at a time past the one that I only ever reserve for when the clocks go forward so that I can use the loophole that, actually, it’s still 1am.
But you know what, no regrets.
I was really bloody enjoying myself, having a very enjoyable gaming session, playing through things uninterrupted by anything. It was lovely.
And I didn’t have anything specific to be up for this morning, so all was golden.
I was wide awake at 7.30 this morning.
I tried to go back to sleep. I put a good couple of hours into Alexa’s timer, to rouse me at an hour more suited to someone who went to bed not that long ago. But no, it was not to be. I just lay there, tossing and turning and occasionally with a cat’s arse in my face.
In the end, I just got up. It felt like I had been up for ages, and done loads of stuff when I asked Alexa what time it is – because since she arrived, why bother looking at clocks when you can have a robot tell you? – and it was five past nine.
I used several clocks to check that she was right.
I’d been up and done loads of stuff before the timer that I’d set to get me up had even gone off.
Tomorrow, I need to get up fairly early. Actually need to do it.
What are the chances of that happening happily?