Recently a relative of mine in a not-too-distant country lamented that it is cruel to have to wake up at 6am in the morning.
We replied that we did that on a regular basis here.
This relative replied that she had to do it daily.
So did we, came our reply.
But, says she, did we ever have to get up on a cold winter morning when the warm bed aka a refuge and comfort beckoned, yea, even protested, at the very thought of leaving it?
Ahh, we said, we did, referring to our stint in England.
To which she squealed, “It’s all very relative isn’t it!”
And she is absolutely right!
The truth be told though, I still remember the ring of the alarm clock and followed by having to stick a foot out from under the covers to brave the wintry weather. It was not something I relished at all.
Living as I do in the tropics now, I am so glad I need not endure such torture anymore. No more stoking furnace filters, no more getting all dirty and sooty, no more meters to feed, no more wondering if the cold snap would clear today, tonight or tomorrow.
Now, with every dawn comes the warmth of impending sunshine, starting with a comfortable 20 degree coolness of morning dew and mists.
Yes, waking up at 6am now is not torturous. In fact it’s a delight to be able see the break of dawn.
It is, as we told our distant family member, all very relative really, dear relative.
Tags: Family, House, Lifestyle, Then & Now
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