Prvi Maj
It was one of the weirder rude awakenings we’ve experienced. Let’s take nothing away from the fact it was rude – I’ve had that sleep-deprived, thick-head feeling all day. Rude because, on one of the rare occasions there was actually the possibility for a lay-in it was so cruelly snatched away. But, despite the moaning, it had its fair share of comedy and it’s for that reason I’m blogging about it. We woke with a start at 7.45am to the sound of a marching band. Outside the bedroom window! If you knew our street you would appreciate just how bizarre it is for a marching band to be marching the wrong way down this particular one-way street, at what I’m very tempted to describe as an ‘ungodly’ hour! I was the sort of shock that induces involuntary action – in this case shooting out of bed to pull up the shutters for visual confirmation of this audio outrage. With perfect timing the bleary-eyed faces of Rowan and I appeared in our bedroom windows at precisely the point the band was level wi...