My alarm goes off when it is still dark and I give myself ten minutes to lie there before I get out of bed. Then I get up, turn off the radio, brush my teeth and get dressed before clumping out to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Every weekday exactly the same.
Today, however, was a little different. Alarm, doze, teeth, dress and then I shrieked and shrieked like a terrified monkey because dangling above my head in the darkened doorway to my bedroom was... a thing. A pale dangling THING.
Patrick had gotten up early and quietly duct-taped a doll to the lintel.
Honest to god, I thought Patrick was going to have an apoplexy, he laughed that hard. Thankfully Steve is home again. Not only is Steve nice to have around in the event that I need to move a piano but - now that Patrick has apparently entered his Waldo Pierce period - I require his protection.