Nessun Dorma?

[tysolna]

Events conspired to make me oversleep my mum's birthday.
After going to bed late last night and tossing and turning for about an hour, lost in thought, I was woken up not soon after by my left foot being on fire, which turned out to be a mozzie bite. I tried to get back to sleep, but gave up about an hour later when there was still butzzing in the air, turned on the light, and smashed the pesky insect.
This woke up the cat which had hitherto slept peacefully on my legs. A bit later, he made an almighty racket by playing with something in the now-empty living room, upon which I got up and threw him out into the garden. By now it was about six o'clock, and I slid back into blissfull sleep. Until the phone rang.
"Uh, hi Dad... morning Mum... you sound as if you have a cold, are you OK? ... right... Yeah, I'm fine...OK, catch you later, then."

*thinks* Why did she say they celebrated last night?

... AAARGH!!!!

I immediately called back and wished her a happy birthday in three different languages, and apologized for being too sleepy to realize that there is no September 31st. I'm glad she knows that I am not a morning person.