The well known phrase runs "the early bird gets the worm". As you may have worked out from several of my past posts, I am no early bird. I am the least early of birds, as birds go, I am as late as the dodo. (What a pun that was!)
However, this week my late rising habits of the past few weeks have been broken. Yesterday I was forced to rise at 7am to go to work with my mother for a day. Today, I arose even earlier at the stupidly early time off 6.05am. Why? To drive 3 1/2 hours north to look at a university in glamourous Sheffield. If I'm honest, it wasn't worth the journey, no offence to the citizens of Sheffield. Anyway, continuing my week, I mist also rise before 8am tomorrow and Thursday for the start of my new college year. Friday, brings another visit to a distant university, this tine awakening early to visit Cardiff, which is disappointingly Welsh. This weekend brings no relief from my sleep deprived mornings as Saturday will be filled travelling to a third university in only 5 days, this time the not-as-north-as-Sheffield-but-still-quite-northern Nottingham. Fortunately, Sunday is the day after Saturday, as it usually is, and as we all know Sunday is a day of rest. I intend to use it to it's fullest and rest. If I get out of bed before 12pm then it's either snowing or I'm being handed a cheque for at least £1,000,000,000,000,000,000. Apparently that is 1 quintillion pounds so maybe I've over stated that. £100 is probably more realistic, not that any one will pay me.
That's me done today, I'll see you (metaphorically) on Thursday!
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