When the Old Man was in his 30s and 40s, he used to enjoy long lie-ins at the weekend. “You’d lie in bed until the sun scorched your eyeballs,” the Deceased Lady often said to him; she was always an early riser. (The sun doesn’t shine through the front window of their bedroom until late morning — if that is relevant.)
But from his 50s onwards, the Old Man gave up those long lie-ins. Eventually, he always used to get up quite early.
[Original posting 19 August 2011]