Sonata : Someone cycled past , singing a last rousing chorus of "Lang zal hij leven " at three in the morning . Half awake , I remembered I hadn't wound the alarm up . Hand out , blindly groping for the clock . Crank , crank , crank . and I fell back on the pillow , out like the proverbial light once more .
Which is why I sat in the kitchen at seven yesterday morning , grumpily drinking tea , while everyone else in town enjoyed their Sunday morning lie-in .