Lately, the Doctor has taken to waking up around 5:30am. I'm not the best morning person, I try, I really do, but really I think I am just a big grump. If only I were a morning person, things would be sweet. I wouldn't detest seeing so many sunrises. Or just the crack of sunlight stealing through the curtains at least (between my half-open eyes when I'm feigning sleep and telling the Doctor to go back to bed - ne'ermind, never works).
Would someone tell that kid to go back to bed already?
Since when is it even legal to be awake that early?
Are you feeling my morning grumpiness yet?
But sunsets? Sunsets are a different kettle of fish. I can get with a sunsets. Is there anything more spectacular, or even more different from night to night? How many shades can the sky shift in a matter of minutes?
This weekend? I hear you ask.
It's all been a whirlwind of preparation and celebrating Matt's birthday. Breakfast out and about. That Bill Granger sure is one clever boy. Sweetcorn fritters, scrambled eggs, bacon.. Sunrise drink anyone? Mmm.
The Doctor's birthday in three sleeps. You've no idea of the countdown. Or do you?