I'm really not the best at getting out of bed in the mornings, you see I am less an early bird than a night owl. Lately with my uni work I have found that my most productive hours are between 10pm and 3am, so it goes without saying that come 8am there is no way in hell that I am going to spring out of bed like a hyperactive child on Christmas morning. Ever. There is more chance that George Bush Snr will win the swimsuit challenge in a Miss Universe poll, than me actually enjoying getting out of bed.

I have a case example for you. I was asleep, and the nameless one knocked on my door to wake me up when they were leaving for work. I jumped out of bed like a frightened cat and opened the door. I stared at the nameless one for a few seconds before scratching my head and saying one of the most intelligent things I has ever graced my lips.

"Why is there a chocolate house?"

The nameless one laughed.

I pleaded, "But it will melt!"

Nameless one laughed some more.

I got all stroppy for two reasons and angrily climbed back into bed. Firstly I was stroppy that I was being laughed at. Secondly, I was stroppy that although I knew what I was saying was messed up and not real, it came out anyway, I had absolutely no way of making those random words stop.

So yeah, call before 11am and my phone won't answer.