......or in this case kicked in at 2.48am.
Not a nice way to wake up. Calling the police and putting in a report, cleaning up and digging out cardboard boxes and trying to find where you left the packing tape last, fighting off a kitten who is desperate to have a look (that old curiousity/cat equation) and is a little scared and wants to be with it's human.
I had great and glorious plans for this Tuesday. I'd done a whole pile of prep and envisaged a long day of solid work. But now I'm sitting here waiting for a call from the glazier. I didn't get back to sleep until just before 6 and then had freaky dreams. Bugger, bugger, bugger.
The upside of feeling like a geek when the police arrived was that they stumbled on a burglary just up the road......... Neighbourhood Watch huh!
The window is on top of someone ripping out a whole section of the doily tree on Saturday night. Luckily that was a simple repair and I had a big doily that stretched into the spot perfectly. That made me realise how low on doilies I am. I think some doily harvesting is in order.