Really grumpy, this morning. At half-past-six - around two hours before I would usually get up - I was woken up by what I could have sworn was a knock at the door.
I tried to ignore it, and convince myself it must have been the wind rattling the letterbox. But it isn’t very windy here! Told myself it couldn’t have been a knock, because if it was, it must have been important, and they wouldn’t just go away without trying again.
But couldn’t get back to sleep. Was lying there fretting about what if it had been a knock, and why. Who would be knocking that early? Had something happened to my mum?
Eventually got up, even though it was much too late to open the door by then - just couldn’t rest/get comfortable after it had happened.
To find one of those damn “charity” clothes collection bags on the mat! The ones that aren’t really “charity”, but when you read the small print, actually a “for profit” company that promise to donate 1p per tonne to orphaned children, or some such. The noise had been of it coming through the letterbox.
I suppose it’s not technically the middle of the night, but does anyone else think junk plopping through the door at half-past-six is a bit unreasonable? I can’t have been the first house on the round, either, because I’m at least halfway round a close, so presumably, some unlucky residents had a rude awakening well before that!
I’ve now got to get through the whole day on two hours less sleep than I usually have, and it’s a struggle on a good day!
If it had been the postie with something important, I wouldn’t have resented it as much - but they never deliver before lunchtime these days.