I get up pretty early
To the horror of some (well, most) of my friends, I make breakfast and sarmies for DH at around 5.30.
They regard it as hopelessly old fashioned and kind of slavish, I think.
But he doesn't demand it
And I have found that it has broken the craving to lie in bed 'just a little bit longer' that has dogged me since childhood.
But all that's beside the point actually
The point is that now its getting LIGHT at that time
And when he leaves at 6, the sunrise is beautiful over the bay.
Summers coming people