I now know what it means to be rudely awakened. I wish I had not found out. I came out of a deep sleep, my eyes opened quickly and I had a panic thought, all at the same time. "Oh S**t......the bins, I haven't put them out" They are emptied by the collectors about 7am as a rule.
So, at 5.40am I was out of a nice cozy bed, slippers and dressing gown on, I, heavy headed, went out to the bin, opened the gate and wheeled it out to the front of the house. All was quiet, most windows had curtains drawn; it was cold and dark.
Next, I carried the empty paper box to sit beside the refuse bin. It's easier than carrying a loaded box. That done, I re-entered the house and retrieved all the paper to be disposed of, flattened a cardboard carton and carried it and the paper collection out to the box. The paper box lid behaved itself for a change, unclipping and clipping back on smoothly. Then I emptied every basket and bin there is at home, including the one in the bedroom, and repeated my nocturnal visit to the refuse bin. It was 5.55am when I returned to my snug bed.
I dozed but didn't get back to a proper sleep. When it was light, I got up, still sleepy. I sat in a chair for a bit. Then came the awakening.....the bins are emptied on Mondays, and this was Sunday, all day.