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Though I am looking daggers at him today, after last night. It is "Schoolies" here this weekend, when thousands of school leavers come to town (I have explained it all before). That meant loud Rock Music from their concert until 3am ( and I heard every bloody beat of it). So 3 am, all finally quiet, I drift off to sleep. At 4am, Dave got cramp, screamed like a mad man, bashed the bedside table to put on the lamp, hit the clock radio by mistake. It was up at full volume and he was so busy hopping around the room he couldn't turn it off. So he put the overhead light on instead of the bedside lamp when he was finally composed enough to find the off button for the clock radio.
He has done this entire scenario many times before. I could have strangled him. Why he can't die quietly, I don't know.
I am exhausted this afternoon, but determined not to nap, as there is another concert tonight ( and another grand finale concert on Sunday night) so I just hope I collapse into bed and sleep due to exhaustion tonight.
Plenty of Police and Ambulances in town, strategically placed in quiet corners. I believe there has been some need for both so far. They have also completely closed off one road we call "The Big Dipper" as hoons love to race up and down it. That was good planning. It is a death trap at speed and with a few drinks on board.
Supermarket shopping today, there were loads of kids all having the same breakfast - McDonalds clutched in one fist and "Energy" drink/Gatorade in the other fist. Dreadful sight...