15 April 2005

Well, almost

I know, I know. A broken promise is a broken promise. But hear me out. It’s true I’m not down the allotment and have decided not to go, but I did, at least, get up - at 5:30!! I know. It’s a huge disappointment for you, you’ll never be able to trust me again. But it’s bloody freezing out there. And still dark. I can’t go out in this. Don’t you think I deserve some recognition for not ignoring the alarm and actually hoisting myself out of my lovely, warm, Owen-full bed? You shouldn’t underestimate what an achievement this is. And now, I’m about to get some work done. Just because it’s not physical or related to gardening in any way whatsoever should not be held against me. I may not have kept to the letter of my promise, but I’ve managed at least some of it in spirit. (Yeah, I think that’s lame too)

Besides, this has been an educational experience. Let me show you what I have learned.

1) Being awake at stupid-o-clock will not kill me. Nor drive me to murder. This is something of a revelation. And a relief.

2) My music degree was not a complete waste! When the radio alarm came on I was able to recognise Ralph Vaughan-Williams’ Fantasia On Greensleeves. Well, it was either that or the English Folksong Suite, but either way I think it’s impressive to be able to recognise anything at that time of day.

3) Deciding to get up ridiculously early disrupts my sleep. I slept really badly because I was worried that I would oversleep. And then when I did drop off I kept having vivid dreams. About getting up early!

4) Typing with both hands before 7am reduces manual dexterity to that of a clumsy buffoon from Maladroitsville. Wearing boxing gloves.

Filed under: Fallow — Clare @ 5:56 am