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So, I woke up before my alarm and noticed with some alarm the levels of the light outside. "No," I thought to myself. "That's just the streetlights. It's fine. Nowhere near dawn yet."

Then I heard someone go downstairs. "No," I thought to myself. "That's just Katie going down to the loo. Can't be Sarah going for her shower."

I hear water running. "See, she's just washing her hands."

The extractor fans kicks in. "No. She's just being really thorough washing her hands."

My alarm goes off, and I automatically thwack it. "That wasn't my alarm call," I think to myself determindly, despite the fact I was actually now quite awake. "That was just a phone call that I ignored."

Then my snooze went off and I reluctantly hauled myself out of bed. Fnargle. I bloody hate having a body that responds to noise at around the time it's meant to get up. Secondary and internal alarm clock, fine, but I NEED those extra twenty minutes of sleep!

In other news, I am highly amused by the response of the South to the high storms. Speaking as a northerner currently resident on the coastline of Scotland, STFU N00BS. This kind of thing happens anywhere else then it's maybe the fourth thing down on the news, and that's only if all the power goes and someone dies. If it's in the South-East then it's all RUN FOR THE HILLS AND SAVE YOURSELF AND DEAR LORD THE APOCALYPSE IS NIGH whereas where I'm from, we give into the elements and put a jumper over our t-shirts, because we're just that hard.

(Although saying that I'm lurking in the library to avoid the torrential rainfall we have going on here too, but that's by the by. SHHH.)