5 am

Wake at five am with the sound of the doorbell ringing insistently . I lie there for a bit with that not had enough sleep yet feeling then try to work it out . Last time this happened it was three am , the doorbell was ringing in my dream but when I woke it was still going and with good reason , there was a fire in the street and our neighbours were waking me to warn me to move the car which was situated dangerously close to the flames . Now though , it is strangely silent and though I have a feeling it had been ringing for real , I squish down further . The thought of going down and seeing what's going in is too much . And if there is someone out there , they will ring again . And if I go down , it could be anything ..... before I know it Ive drifted again , no more ringing bells and the alarm is going off at six forty . And now I'm kicking myself for not checking , it could have been anything , and now I dont know anything for sure , except that today is my last day at the Day Job for eighteen whole days and even when I do have to go back I will still only work there three days a week and thats just wonderful . Because I love it really but I love all the other things I can do on the other days and I still cant quite believe how lucky I am . And over the days to come there are enough CatCalls to keep me happy , but first five days away with nothing to do except mess about on holiday . What could be better ?