• It is Thursday night. I am, frankly, knackered & fall into bed deliciously early, having earlier fallen asleep in the Coypette's bed giving her a bedtime cudle.
• I am woken by my mobile doing its drum & piano thing to tell me a text has arrived. It is 4.45am. Who the hell?
• It is Mr Coypu's sister, to invite us to two events the following week. I cannot get back to sleep. I am not happy.
• Some hours later, I text Mr Coypu's sister. I thank her for her invitation & the early morning alarm text. I also ask her to email me at times when I'm likely to be asleep, unless it's about birth, death or urgent hospitalisation.
• I get a text back asking me why I don't turn my phone off if I'm asleep…
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