Robbie went to see a group called Hadouken last night and he didn't get home until after midnight. He phoned me several times during the evening and he promised that he wouldn't wake me up when he arrived home. Bitter experience told me that he would find it impossible to keep his promise, but I thought he would at least try to be quiet. Shortly before 12.30am I was woken by a thunderous bang that could have easily been mistaken for an explosion, it was actually Robbie arriving home and closing the front door!
I knew the kitchen would be his first port of call and by the time he came upstairs I was asleep again. I became vaguely aware that he was leaning over me, but waking up seemed like too much effort. Undeterred Robbie told me several times that he was home, each time he increased in volume and each time I clung desperately to sleep. Finally he resorted to prodding to wake me up! Oh well, another broken promise. At least I got my own back on him, I demanded a cup of tea!
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