Telstra hands out there pre-paid credit at 3am in the morning.
How do I know this?
Because at 3am in the morning I was woken by the Midnight Beast singing "Wake up in the morning feeling like Winehouse"
Not the most soothing of songs, certainly not in the wee hours.
Once common sense kicked in and I realised I wasn't being attacked and my son's phone was somewhere in my room, I concentrated on steadying my racing heartbeat in the hope I would be asleep again soon.
No such luck.
There it goes again... "Wake up in the morning feeling like Winehouse"
Right, he has his phone scheduled to notify him of a text until such times as he reads it. Useful if I am trying to contact him. Less so at this moment.
I get out of bed and rummage.
Can't find it.
It goes off again.
Problem is, the lyric is just long enough for me to get a general direction, but not to locate.
Yes, I could ring it myself, but it s 3am in the morning. You think I am thinking straight. No I am not. I am just rummaging. And swearing. A lot of swearing.
Eventually I find where it as fallen between the cupboard and the dresser.
Lucky really, no one ever would have looked there otherwise.
Meanwhile, I woke up in the morning feeling like Winehouse.
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