I love spending time with my family, I love meeting up with friends, but one time I cherish above all is a Saturday morning lie in. Well today, I was having such a great day … until I got up. Maybe I’d like mornings better if they started later but this one was neither late nor enjoyable. After a night of insomnia, mind swamped with thoughts, tossing and turning until early hours of the day, the last thing anyone wants is to be woken by a freaking jack hammer at half past seven in the freaking morning. That’s right, you know what it’s like, you’ve got a lot on your mind, a screaming headache and the only thing you want to be thinking about is sleep, even when it seems far from likely. Well, seven thirty on my precious Saturday morning, the builders arrived. They arrived and decided to demolish the conservatory at non existent times on a Saturday with a jack hammer causing my eardrums and the house to vibrate all because the builders wanted to scoot off to a Saints game in the afternoon. Nice way to wake up I think.
However, it wan’t all doom and gloom; my parents felt guilty that I had been woken up in such an outlandish manner that I got breakfast in bed. Yes, bacon sandwiches and orange juice brought to my bed, life was once again stored to it’s natural balance 🙂