How do you rate your mornings?

As the alarm goes off in the morning there are generally 3 responses I can give.
1) Hit snooze as though ten minutes more sleep will make much of a difference
2) Turn it off, slide my legs over the edge of the bed and go directly to the kettle
3) Sleep through the alarm as it merges with my dream and I dont even realise its an alarm at all.

More often than not I am awake a good hour before the alarm rings. Often turning it off an hour before it is due to sound and figuring I should make the most of the day. More often than not, on these summer days, I am awake with the dawn chorus.

I then plonk myself down on the sofa and turn on the news or check out Neil Sexton on Gaydar Radio and brew a large pot of coffee. My day is then rated as a one cup, two cup or three cup of coffee day.

One cup days tend to be when its lovely and brighgt, the sun is beaming in and you can tell that the breeze coming in the window is the coolest part of the day. Two cups would be normal. Lounge with the television or radio and sip my coffee waking up slowly with the gentle caffein buzz starting to take hold.

Three cup days are rare. They tend to be when I have either had a particuarly late night or a little too much alcohol the night before.

I had tried to cut back my caffein in take and never take any post 6PM. But I did read recently in a mens health magazine that drinking several cups of coffee a day is actually good at helping your liver to clear out other things such as alcohol. Wash this all down with a good 2 liters of water during the day apparantly its not that bad at all. Well so they are saying this week.

Meanwhile, we finally made the move from West End to Mayfair. Ironically in the most expensive part of London I have absolutely no mobile telephone signal whatsoever at my desk. Must be too posh for telephones. I am minutes walk from the park where I tend to go to enjoy lunch on nice days and I dont for one minute miss the madness of Oxford Street as one leaves work in the evenings. It is however further away from the gym. But with the work out regime starting to make a difference and with my body needing a good kick start to getting back to the shape I want to be, I will make the effort.

Finally Patsy was broken into. Burglars broke in their patio door overnight. If it was not for the dog barking and disturbing them they would have gotten far more. Obviously there was the damage and mess. They have to leave the footprints on the carpet for 3 weeks until the loss adjuster arrives. How wrong is that? You have an invasion of your property and just want to scrub everything clean but cant due to the insurers. Crazy the locksmith said the locks on the new house were so cheap they can be broken in seconds. This on a new home. Check your locks readers. How nasty knowing strangers were in your own home while you were sleeping. Total invasion of privacy. Pat's was rather shaken and just want to send all our love and hope you are both okay. Much love x.