It was 06.15 am when I was woken, it was daylight, only just, it was raining and I could see that as I had not closed the bedroom curtains when I went to bed a short while earlier, that's another story, but for after the water-shed, come to think of it, there can't be a water-shed on the net as somewhere in the world it is always too early.
Anyway, I was pretty sure that it was not the telephone, six months ago it might have been because my phone number was only one digit different to a local taxi firm and it got to the point that I was asking for the details, promising a taxi in ten minutes, and putting the phone down. I seem to remember hearing that the taxi firm had gone out of business a short while ago, I never found out why.
My eyes started to close and then I heard it. A neighbour, two doors away, had started to trim his garden hedge!
Later on I walked to the local shop for my Sunday paper and bumped into him, "What the bloody hell were you doing in the middle of the night?"
It seems that he had come home on Saturday evening a little under the weather, the missus was not to pleased and the conversation ended with her saying, "You find plenty of time to go to the pub but you never have time to trim the hedges".
He tells me that he has been grounded.
And I'm going back to bed.
