Every time I buy a newspaper in a kiosk near my house, the lady asks me the same question – Going to work? And where should I go at such an ungodly hour? It’s November, which means it’s dark as in hell at 7 o’clock. And the weather is so horrible that I wouldn’t put the dog out. But unfortunately for me I must be out. So if it wasn’t for the work I wouldn’t be talking to her. So the lady’s question really drives me mad. I stopped answering it. At this early hour being polite pains me considerably.
I’m not a morning person. More of an afternoon type. I just don’t operate in the morning. I’m sleepy and I detest bright light or any kind of noises. And I also hate when people talk to me or worse – want me to answer their stupid questions like Would you like some tea? or Do you want to eat a sandwich? Who thinks about food at this time? I was separated from my comfortable bed and I am in mourning. So don’t ask me to think about food now! All I want to say is Sod off and go straight back to my bed.
And I don’t get it how people can be all happy and smiley at 8 in the morning. It’s insane! I see no point in being chirpy at this hour. Eight o’clock is the middle of the night. My favourite time to get up is after nine. At this time I feel rested enough to face the world and its horrors.