Woke at half past six. It's wild and windy and dark outside. I'm up at this hour on a Sunday morning as the slot given for delivery of a bed is between seven and half past ten. I'll get a text warning beforehand.
The road is quiet. Lights are on in two upstairs rooms at the house diagonally opposite. The rest of the houses sleep. It's a strangely satisfying feeling being awake when no-one else is. I've already started putting files back on shelves and lamps are on, tea is made. The house is in chaos for this bed, but it's a new year and it's good to sort through, discard, re-find, keep, store, reject.
I hope they don't arrive until nearly half ten. It's wonderful being in this cocoon. Only Sushi, the little white cat is leaping about.
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