Things that go bump in the night

A nudge in the ribs.

"What was that?"

Squint at the clock - the red digits swim and then resolve to 2:50. In the morning. I put my glasses on, followed by my pants and tip-toed down the stairs.

The front door was still locked, the dining room was ok, the lounge had not been disturbed. Into the kitchen, where a sleepy looking dog blinked as the lights came on. Finally, into the utility room where the back door was shut, and an expectant cat thought that breakfast time had come early.

Back upstairs where the source of the noise turned out to be Alicia's room where a critical mass of books, cds, videos and dvds had collapsed and tumbled to the far corners of the floor whilst their owner snoozed on regardless.

Oh well, back to bed and try not to think too hard about getting up to walk the dog in another three hours.