Night Work

Finally got an early night tonight, for the first time in absolutely ages.

Then at half-past-midnight my mobile phone rang.

Calls in the middle of the night tend to carry with them an air of urgency. When you live on the other side of the world, it stands to reason that the call maybe from someone at home, where it is daytime. Could be important. Blearily I answered.

It was flatmate Dave, standing a mere 3 metres away in the corridor.

“Steve – I’ve just bought a sofa, so I need you to come out to the street and help me to carry it in.”