Get up, it is dark.
The sons alarm clock is buzzing away for no obvious reason.
He sleeps on oblivious.
Go into his room.
Both alarm clocks, seventies style, with big figures on their faces, both beeping in a buzzing choir.
Arrgh! Why! Saturday!
He climbs down from his high bed.
He silences the clocks, pressing all the right buttons.
Go back to bed.
But that was the end of sleep.
Tonight is the flight to Ireland, the Easter visit.
Get up, make coffee, one cup only on the little silver Pavoni.
And in the sitting room the cat pokes her head around the corner of the piano
and stares at the strange sight of a man in a pyjamas at a computer with a cup of coffee.
The son is excited, getting ready to pack.
And yesterday was the first chance to speak to a native speaker,
E legal!
The owner of the portuguese wine bar!
The sons alarm clock is buzzing away for no obvious reason.
He sleeps on oblivious.
Go into his room.
Both alarm clocks, seventies style, with big figures on their faces, both beeping in a buzzing choir.
Arrgh! Why! Saturday!
He climbs down from his high bed.
He silences the clocks, pressing all the right buttons.
Go back to bed.
But that was the end of sleep.
Tonight is the flight to Ireland, the Easter visit.
Get up, make coffee, one cup only on the little silver Pavoni.
And in the sitting room the cat pokes her head around the corner of the piano
and stares at the strange sight of a man in a pyjamas at a computer with a cup of coffee.
The son is excited, getting ready to pack.
And yesterday was the first chance to speak to a native speaker,
E legal!
The owner of the portuguese wine bar!
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