The alarm went off at 5:12 AM this morning. The gentle Portishead rhythms didn't manage to wake me until a good five minutes after. Half-awake, I noticed Lottie beside me and asked her what was going on. Fully asleep, the poor girl hadn't a clue, but guessed at it anyway - or so I understood by her growl of desperation. I came to my senses, decided to 'snooze' for a half hour and talked her through this for no apparent reason. I was very focal on the early morning, and very much asleep. Bandit, her cat, then started meowing outside the window, wanting to come in the bedroom. My understated cries of "oh for feck's sake", "feck aff" and "feckin' hell" only encouraged her, it seems. I got up, opened the window to let her in and in the same movement, jumped into my clothes and lost my balance twice - bumping into the window, then the dressoir on my way out the bedroom. I didn't flick any light on until I reached the bathroom, my eyes only gradually getting used to it. My right eye was clearly quite annoyed when I inserted a contact lens. "Oh shut it" I grumbled, blinking incessantly, looking at myself with my left eye and through the mist of my right eye. Then it dawned on me, before dawn dawned on Bolton, that I had been very focal this morning and my eyes therefore must be varifocal this morning too. The day got better quickly.