Bloody paper delivery guy... here I am at 5.44am awake, blogging.

Think I'm going to ring up and complain this time. He bloody pummels the front of the house with the paper at about 3.30am, which wakes me up. He's been doing it for months; ever since hubby stopped parking his motorbike on the verandah right in front of our bedroom window.

For a long time I thought I was suffering from insomnia; until one night I was actually awake.. you know... really suffering from insomnia... when it sounded like somebody gave a good all mighty thump on my bedroom window. After I managed to extract my fingers from the soft plaster board that is my bedroom ceiling, I clawed my way back down to my bed and quickly realised what it was, after I heard his car idling slowly along out the front.

I suppose for a long time I thought I would just manage to sleep through it eventually; but here we are... me telling my sad little story, with my big googly eyes hanging out of my head... and you reading it thinking 'like I care'.

Hey Marian, maybe I'll get that sunrise, lol