Hammer time
I'd worked a 24 hour emergency shift recently following a serious problem at work. Mrs Chart Cat was visiting friends in Jersey at the same time and when she returned she wanted to tell me all about her trip, but all I wanted to do was get some sleep.

We went to bed early, but she just wouldn't let me sleep. I eventually beat her away with my pillow and settled down to a night full of extraordinarily strange dreams, culminating in one where I had to dismantle a huge alarm clock with my toolkit because it wouldn't stop beeping.

In the morning, my concerned-looking wife told me that during the night, a burglar alarm outside our flat had been going off for about 20 minutes. I'd been drifting in and out of conciousness incoherently complaining about alarm clocks and smashing things up. I'd apparently got out of bed, walked naked into the kitchen to fetch my tools (well, a hammer) and walked all the way out of the flat to the lift, when thankfully the alarm stopped ringing and I meandered my way back to the bedroom.

I presume this is true as the hammer was by the front door and the neighbours laugh at me quite a lot now.

My "hammer" must be about 10 inches long. Ask my wife if you don't believe me.
( chart cat has an itch, Fri 24 Aug 2007, 13:53, Reply)