Early

Because of yesterday’s meeting (of which it’s best to not ask anything, thanks) I’m making up a couple of hours at work today.

Not that I technically need to, as I’m on a day-rate rather than an hourly rate. This means that I could probably get away with just doing the four hours I did yesterday at work, without having to ‘make up’ the hours.

But in fairness, that would take the piss rather. So I’m going to make up a couple of hours today. It keeps everyone happy, and all that stuff. But it means that my alarm was set for 5.45 this morning, so I could be on the 6.55 train, and in work by 8am.

Psycho Cat, however, decided this wasn’t early enough, as he was Hungry. Which meant unremitting yowls, scratching on the chairs in the bedroom, and generally being a pain in the arse. So I’ve been awake since 5.15, and had fed him by the time my alarm was supposed to go off.

Poxy little furry fucker.