Last night as I went to bed, I’d swear I turned on my alarm clock and checked the time set on it: 7:20.
I slept long and well. Then I woke. It was light. All was quiet except for the wind and rain outside. Too quiet for 7:20 on a Monday morning. Normally those brave and foolhardy souls who drive into the city are zooming down the road about that time.
I looked at the clock. 8:20. Eight twenty! Oops. That’s normally the time I leave the house to go to work on a Monday morning. Oh well, there was nothing critical I had to be in at work for first thing anyway. So I sauntered in, braving fierce 45 degree rain in the process, and eventually got into work around 9:30.
Sorted out the cable TV at the weekend. The landlady doesn’t care if a cable runs through the house, which apparently was always an option, though the technician didn’t actually say so at the time. Well, the appointment has been re-cast, and he’d better do it this time, or I won’t be pleased.
It’ll be a couple more weeks to wait before a bonanza of channels comes pouring into my house – too late to see Glam Metal Detectives this time around, but I’m sure some other obscure cult comedies will make their appearance in due course.