RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CVI, Issue 31323, 20 March 1967, Page 22

RANDOM REMINDER

DREAM ON . . .

Have you ever been awakened in the morning and felt that the day ahead would turn out all right if you could have just five more minutes of sleep? Have you ever tried to get it? It’s not easy to keep the curtain of night about you, if the rest of the household, the rest of the world, is greeting the dawn of day with some enthusiasm. It must have been somewhat similar at Stonehenge.

It’s peculiar how things sound, when you’re trying desperately not to feel dawn’s rosy fingers. What, to the cheerful up-and-abouters, is the merry tinkle of teacups sounds like the crash of cash registers. The son singing in the shower seems to be a whole quartet of drunken Italians. And that pounding of pneumatic drills is nothing more than the 10-year-old with a new bat, practising his forward defensive stroke—he is going

to be a real cricketer on the bedroom carpet The car passing down the road 30 yards away sounds like something in the Lady Wigram race, and the radio seems like a convention of pop bands. Mind you, it always does. So you see, you might as well give up. You just can’t get back to sleep. And therefore it’s always a surprise to find that it’s two hours later than you thought it was, when you do get up.