I woke up this morning to the sound of an alarm. As I slowly drifted up towards consciousness, I realised that the insistent alarm noise was not coming from anywhere in the bedroom, but seemed to be emanating from hallway. It was definitely nothing to do with me, so I gave C (who hadn’t moved) a nudge.
She stirred, sat up and then wandered out of the bedroom. She thumped down the stairs, switched off the alarm and thumped back up the stairs to bed.
“What time is it?” I asked.
Six? I have to admit that this news made me a bit grumpy. It wasn’t so much that I had been woken up more than an hour earlier than usual, and it wasn’t really that C. had inadvertently left her alarm on. I was cheesed off because my first instinct under the same circumstances would have been to apologise. I don’t think she was being rude, it just genuinely hadn’t occurred to her to apologise.
I mentioned the alarm again as we were both getting ready for work a couple of hours later. It had been in her handbag, apparently, which was at the bottom of the stairs. Still no hint of an apology though.
Now, I know better than anyone that C. goes well out her way every day to make my life easier and more comfortable. Nothing is too much trouble for her. Even now she is sat opposite me on the breakfast bar pairing my socks. I have got nothing to complain so now I feel slightly guilty about feeling mildly annoyed.
But I do feel mildly annoyed. I really do.
Blogger just forced me to switch. At first glance everything looks okay, but I do apologise if the change causes you any issues. That's progress, eh? I guess I've been assimilated, and my distinctness has been added to the whole.
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