26 January 2012 at
18:31
Trying to
work out which of the batteries decorating the living room were flat I sent Ferretfingers
upstairs to get 'my little clock off the dressing table.'
"Was that the one that went off at 8 this morning?" growled Fester.
"I dunno. I never heard it."
"Starts off quite discreetly then gets louder…"
"I still don't know."
"I shouted for you but nothing happened! I had to get up and turn the bugger off myself!!"
Seeing as I was up at 7 to get his children ready for the day, and he'd had
Radio 3 on so Ferretfingers had firmly shut the bedroom door, I was neither
surprised nor sympathetic.
Especially as the bugger didn't get himself up until
well after 9.
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