We decided to turn yesterday into Friday. This meant drinking some red wine and eating nicer food than usual. I went to bed fairly late and set my alarm clock for 08.10, so that I'd still have time to make breakfast before watching America's funniest home videos. When I woke up, with that never-failing feeling that it's actually really late, I decided not to get too annoyed about it and went back to sleep for a bit. Then I woke up the second time, same feeling, and I could see that by now it had got bright outside and I was convinced it was noon at least. I grabbed my mobile, annoyed that the alarm clock had failed me, and had a look. 08.01. That's what the time was. One minute past bloody eight. My body must be getting used to getting up early, that's what it is. Feeling incredibly pleased with myself, I got up and started on the morning routine. I've definetly been given the gift of time.