This morning, I was not infact woken by my alarm, but by my husband asking me what time it was. My reply was a muffled rebuke for having the audacity to talk to me before the alarm went off. Glad he persisted though because eventually to pacify him I looked at the time to discover to my horror that it was infact one minute to eight. Well then the preverbial hit the fan. My husband had infact been due to leave the house at eight with my son to collect my sons friend and take them off to an event.
I ran through the house like a banchee screatching at everyone to get up and sorted. In the end, having looked at the rain falling horizontally that I wasn't going to the market anyway, so I would take them.
We did eventually arrive with ten minutes to spare and I had a leisurely drive home through the storm, rain and thick thick fog. So now, I am sitting here feeling guilty about all the poor stall holders standing up at the market in the rain and cold..... while I am snuggly warm with a cup of tea and dry feet!