It’s 5am. Knocking noise. Persistent. Creep downstairs. Huge black crow tapping on window – sees me, flies away. Back to bed. Knocking noise. Persistent. Creep downstairs. He’s there again. What does he want? Husband breathing deeply (ie snoring), sound asleep. A couple of superbikes scream past having speed limit free fun before the local plods wake up. Bees start buzzing. Birds start up their dawn chorus. Woodpecker drills into one of our old oaks. Three dogs start barking. Husband’s alarm goes off. Enough said.