Strange day. I was sleeping so nice, middle of the night and such. I was snuggled on the couch on the warm blankie.
Then, mum's noisy thing by the bed goes off, she gets up and turns on all sorts of lights. It was freaking 3 AM. The starts her work 'puter, gets on the phone and starts talking. And talking. And talking. And talking. For HOURS. To people in a place called Pollard's Woods. Mum showed me a map and it is outside London. Fat Eric lives in London.
So at the time when she normally gets up she hadded been up for ages. Finally, she got off the phone. She never lefted to go to work. Right now she is napping on the couch.
I think she is a crazy person to get up at that time just to talk to people.