This picture has nothing to do with this post. I just felt like including a picture of a couple of Norwegian policemen.
Today I'm being picked up early to catch a train down to London, so last night I went to bed early and set my alarm for 5am, to give me time to get ready, ahead of being picked up just before 6.
So this morning I woke up, and I wasn't awoken by my alarm going off, so I thought "Hey, I've woke up before the alarm, that's good" and decided to watch a little bit of television for 5 minutes before making a start.
Then I then decided to glance at my phone.
5.50am.
And a car drew up outside, which was my lift. I panicked, and ran to get dressed. I couldn't believe that I'd slept through my alarm - something which happens once in a blue moon.
As I'm upstairs frantically throwing a shirt on and picking a tie to wear, I can hear my mom downstairs talking to the chap who's picking me up explaining that I'm just getting ready, and I won't be a minute.
I become aware that I'm at my parents house, not my own - and I wonder how did the guy know to come to my parents house, when I only gave him my address?
Then I woke, in my own bed.
I checked the time, and it was 4am.
I got up anyway.
At least - I think I have!
I must give a big thank you to Diane Lynn of the Gratitude Letters for the latest donation to the Robin Hoods Bay roadtrip campaign, it's much appreciated - do feel free to check out the campaign at https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/the-robin-hoods-bay-roadtrip-friends-fun/x/7476667#/, it's got 12 days to go :)