My internal alarm clock is screwing with me again and not letting me sleep in. Yesterday, Good Friday, I was awake at 5.30am. Today, I made it through to 6.15. Wow! A whole 30 minutes more than my usual, scheduled week day alarm. You can tell, I'm not best pleased to wake up early on two days when I don't have to go to work and could actually sleep in. Even on work days, I'm routinely awake half an hour before the alarm goes off.
What is it, body? What are you trying to tell me? Thursday, last week, I had to go to Manchester by train. The only unusual thing about this trip is that, instead of travelling solo, I was travelling with a colleague and he was picking me up at 5.45am, on the way to the station. So why did I wake up at 4am, instead of with my alarm at 4.30? I'd gone to bed late-ish so couldn't have had more than 5 hours sleep. Of course, you had to top that on Friday morning when, having gone to bed at 3am, you woke me abruptly in a panic 10 minutes before my alarm was due to go off at 7am, telling me I'd slept in. I felt absolutely shattered all morning. (Nothing whatsoever to do with the wine/whisky I'd drunk the night before or the fact that we only went up to bed because they closed the bar on us at 2.30am.*) Ten minutes! Couldn't you at least have let me enjoy those ten minutes in sleep?
* While the focus of the Manchester trip was to deal with some serious work issues, it was also the opportunity for the "Three Amigos" to get together afterwards, switch off and be sociable. The "Three Amigos" are me, my current Commercial Director (who is being shunted into Sales by management) and his chosen successor, our Head of Project Controls, who currently looks after my two major projects. We are good friends and would probably have talked all night, if the bar closing hadn't reminded us about the passage of time.