I need to be woken up by the music's jauntiness, as this morning Patsington plunged us into technological chaos. He had set the alarm for seven o'clock, but when it went off he decided (as he often does, to my great rage) that, having woken me an hour before I had to get up, he didn't want to get up now after all. He possesses the ability to fall asleep again easily after waking up. I, once I've had enough sleep to actually function, do not. Even if I am very tired and really want a full eight hours sleep, if you wake me up after six and a half I won't be able to fall asleep again and end up lying there wide awake while Patsington slumbers on. I keep telling Patsington to just set the bloody alarm for eight because he won't get up till then anyway, but he continually insists that he will get up at seven.
Anyway! This morning, as usual, the alarm went off at seven and Patsington didn't want to get up, so he reset it to eight. And, mirabile dictu, I actually managed to get to sleep again until the alarm went off. I felt oddly like I'd only been asleep for a few minutes, but staggered out of bed anyway. Then I looked at my watch and discovered that I had been asleep for a few minutes, because the foolish Patsington had changed the clock time as well as the alarm! So I lay back on the pillows and tried to doze for a few minutes until the alarm went again, because Patsington had hit snooze instead of changing the alarm time. At that stage I was beyond sleep so I just got up. And now I'm in work, desperately trying to find famous people who will answer questions about what books they want for Christmas. It's a hard life.