This week has been fairly miserable so far weather-wise. We've not had any storms, just showers and general dullness. So, no snowbathing or sunbathing today, I'm afraid. Those in search of skin cancer will need to get it by artificial means.
Getting up in the morning is something that I'm not very good at, so I'm always on the look out for innovative ideas. You may remember a while back about the alarm clock that runs away from you. Here is something even more unlikely to catch on.
I'm sure that this can't be good for him. One morning it'll all go horribly wrong, and he'll wake up dead.
What he really needs to do is to get a life, a woman, and have children. When Helena was a baby, she always used to wake up early, which meant that I always got to work at a reasonable time, and I never used an alarm. Until the clocks went forwards. Sadly she hadn't learnt to tell the time, and so the household arose an hour later.
My problem isn't so much waking up, it's managing not to go back to sleep after turning the alarm off. At the weekend I woke up just before 6 in the morning to the sound of a large bumblebee which had managed to get into my bedroom, but wasn't clever enough to find its way back out again. Needless to say I was up and dressed before I had the chance to fall asleep. So now all I have to do is to train bumblebees to buzz threateningly at the right time every morning.
Perhaps that fleeing alarm clock wasn't such a bad idea after all...