The only 3 people awake in the entire world!

Firsty this blog isn't about my situation I experienced last night when dropping my friend Karen off at her house last night at 1am... its about a story I got told today.

When I was born I was a "delightful" baby according to certain sources. I would eat when I needed food. I slept when I needed sleep. I was healthy, happy, a pleasure to any parent. The reason being was because I had to be. My older sister was a bit more awkward, but nevertheless my mum loved us both equally.

What I'm going to talk about is my 4am feed. Like clockwork, every morning I would wake up at 4am and like any demanding queer, I expected to be fed! This was the job of my mother. The woman who carried me for 9 months. When she tells me this story I don't feel she felt it was so much of a chore but something she looked forward to do. She would come into my room and see me in my cot. She would turn on the oil-filled radiator to turn my small front bedroom at 4 Kilburn Grove into a cosy little cacoon. She would then go downstairs and make me my bottle. When she arrived back she to the pre-heated room, she would turn on the radio. We where the only 3 people awake in the entire world... she says. Me, my mum and the man on the radio. This man told me and my mum all about the wars going on in the world... informed us that the Berlin wall was being pulled down... and all other happenings which occured when the rest of the world decided to wake up. But at that moment nothing bad would be happening. How can anyone do anything bad when they're asleep?

I bet she would look at me and think of all the things I would accomplish. "Will he be a scientist, a musican, a footballer, a hairdresser, a fireman, a vet, a drug dealer". What ever the answer to the retorical question was... it didn't matter... since sooner or late when everyone would wake up that interrogative would be answered.

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