A Rude Awakening
I've been a night owl my whole life, though my body clock seems to be shifting slightly. Since my Mom died I've been waking a lot earlier than I would like to. I seem incapable of getting a full eight hours sleep any more. It's winter though, and by my standards it's horribly cold, so I have no desire to wake early. Unfortunately some days that's out of my control. Today was one of those days. I was woken at 8:30am by the ringing of the doorbell. Not once, nor twice, but repeated every few seconds, as though my answering the door was a matter of extreme urgency. I wanted it to stop, so half way down the passage I called out "What's it?" The answer was alarming. "It's the police." What was wrong? When I reached the door, the policman wanted me to open the window beside it, a window which doesn't open. I told him I couldn't. It turned out that the "emergency" was a request to buy my Father's car, which is visible fro
