The wee small hours.

I get up at 5 am. Never 4.30 am, or 5.30 am, but at 5 am.

This gives me about 30 mins to make myself a cup of something hot, and to have a small amount of breakfast, such as these Anchovies on toast below.

I then take a few pills to keep myself alive, before sitting down in front of my laptop at 5.30 am.

Like all bloggers, I then carry-out a list of essential tasks. I post the day's wisdom, answer comments from the previous day, then go to the list of other blogs I follow, and make some witty remarks. Then it's down to business.

I answer all my incoming Emails, send a few of my own, and delete all the spam that has accumulated over night. I look at the Weather Forecast, and read a few News articles from the MSN selection. If I still have the time, and I have nothing better to do, I might even have a quick look at my Facebook page, but only in desperation. 

By this time Billy has started to give me 'knowing looks', and if it's light enough (about 7.30 am) we will head-off together to the 'Rest Garden' by the church; about 200 yards away, for his first emptying walk of the day.

There are usually a few other stalwarts around, and we always greet each other. Billy chases Pigeons, Seagulls, and Squirrels, as we do our single circuit of the park before going around the church itself on our way home again.

It's a really lovely time of day (as long as it's not raining). I do like the dusky look about early mornings, and people seem friendlier too. There's a mutual understanding between those who share the quiet of the pre-rush hours. I have become friends with road sweepers, bin-men, postmen, paper-boys, and various cats.

Then back home to a cup of freshly ground coffee, and to the rest of the morning spent wandering aimlessly (unless I have tasks to do). 

It's a great life.