Rude Awakening

I have never really been much of a morning person. For some unknown reason I generally prefer the comfort of my bed to waking up and getting up ready for work – which I normally put off until the last possible moment. Our normal routine sees Darling getting up about an hour before me in order that she can get herself ready for the day ahead, and when necessary (which is most days) give me a shout or two to make sure I eventually get up on time.

This routine has served us well, pretty much, which is why I was somewhat startled today when I eventually stirred just before 9:00am – about 1 ½ hours after my “if I don’t get up now I’m in trouble” threshold, realising that I was at least an hour late for work. To make matters worse I recalled that I had an 8:30am meeting scheduled with the Managing Director, for which I was now already 30 mins late!

I came into the lounge to find Darling curled up on the settee, cuddling a cushion, sound asleep with the radio on. At this point I barked that we were very late and how could she have let me oversleep when I had such an important meeting arranged (of course, the fact that I had slept through two alarms and various hits of the snooze button did not come into consideration). To her credit there was no sharp (and well deserved) retort, just a nod in the general direction of the window, at which point I recalled the T8 typhoon warning signal had been raised the night before and was obviously still in effect – meaning that work was off, everyone should stay indoors and not venture out until advised by the weather observatory that it was safe to do so. The reason I had not been woken, bless, was to let me make the most of the unexpected lie in, whilst she kept half an ear out for any signs that the warning signal had been lowered.

Nothing of the incident was mentioned until this evening when, just before dinner, Darling inquired with an innocent smile whether I had realised that when I got up this morning the T8 signal was in effect. In retrospect I got off fairly lightly, however I am sure I will get the chance to make it up to her – perhaps by splashing out on an extra spa treatment or two whilst we are down in Hua Hin for the weekend!