SNOOZE

Alex is going away this weekend to a Goa-style music festival in Germany. The kind where you can smoke crack whilst deepening your yoga pose, listen to bhangra drums and watch the sunset. Oh the joy.

As a part of our relationship peace deal that we have brokered over many rational bottles of wine, the snooze button was not to be put in use when, at 4am this morning, he had to get up.

His alarm music is a strange version of the Mission Impossible theme tune and that in itself is quite ironic. The moment the alarm sounded, I sprung out of bed and handed the alarm to him.

He hit the snooze button.

I lay there very quietly until I heard his breath start to deepen again and then I shrieked "YOU WILL MISS YOUR PLANE!!"

He was up, out the door and dressed in seconds.