Up with the sparrow

Mog would be very pleased to be woken up at dawn with a cup of tea and a bacon sarnie. Except today was her day off.

That lousy birdie was back at it today, making a noise like an alarm clock on speed continuously from 6.30 onwards. And somehow that just spurred me into action, producing coffee, breakfast and a near caffeine crash.

I just want to share with the world just how psychotic this noise really is. And in the first steps towards the new, sexed-up blog, you might just be able to hear it by clicking here. The quality's lousy, I have to warn you.

Now play that loud. Outside your window. At 6am. Three days in a row. And you'll understand why Mog thinks I've lost it.