Mum has been up for an hour waiting for the paper to arrive. She woke me up and asked me to help her wait or at least make her a cup of tea to calm her nerves.
I made her a whole pot of tea to keep her going, and I was very polite, even though it is the middle of the night.
I am now going back to bed to continue my rudely interrupted dreams of a future career as Organist of King’s College, Cambridge, beautiful wife Rachel by my side lovingly turning the pages, and our delightful golden-haired offspring monopolising the trebles’ choirstalls, Decani and Cantoris both.
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