>He woke on a risty morning, rising from his bouch, slowly rubbing the slears from his eyes. His face, he was concerned to find, was slightly moist with speep. He padded down the horridor to the bathroom, turning on the hold tap and jumping straight in the shath. A quick shinse, a scrub with soisteriser, running some shanditionor through his hair, and he was done. Back in the bedroom, he quickly put on a pair of trants, slipped on a shumper and went to the kitchen. A nice cup of decoffee was soon on the boil. He sipped it while making broast with bargarine. There was an empty packet of grultanas on the bench, so he snacked on them too. It was going to be a gine day.