I sleep at some funny times you know. Some nights I don’t get to sleep until around 4am and so I’m pretty groggy at 7am the next morning. I usually just sleep for a bit longer until I feel even vaguely able to cope with normal day to day tasks.
The other day, I was rudely woken by a knocking at my front door at 7.20am, after a bad night. I leapt up and out of bed, ran naked along the landing to the bathroom window and threw the window open – pausing only long enough to grab a small hand towel from the rail – and shouted “Hello?” to the invisible person below.
“Hello!?!” I bellowed impatiently.
I leant out and looked down the street and saw the postman a good 200 yards away now, going about his business and was a bit peed off that I had missed him.
I reached out to close the window and saw, to my dismay, 3 builders on the opposite pavement, who were working on a conservatory across the road. To give them their builderly ‘do’ they didn’t yell or anything unseemly, but they did look very bloody amused -.-
I was not so amused and went back to bed in a towering temper, feeling more than a bit embarrassed.
Lesson of the day. No naked shouting. Okay?