Morning? Already?

I hate mornings! During the whole summer I had completely forgotten that the world existed before midday then one day I was asked to set my alarm for seven o'clock which I did reluctantly and once I had done it I thought: that wasn't so bad. It was only the next morning that I realised what a huge mistake I'd made. It felt as though someone had hit me on the head with a hammer and I shouldn't even know what that feels like because I don't drink. Well of course I drink but not alcohol. Anyway I've been forced for two weeks to wake up at the crack of dawn and now at last, it's the weekend. Yesterday I slept untill half past ten but last night, charlotte was really scared by an episode of casualty so she slept in my bed, diagonaly. To make matters worse she woke me up at ten past eight. I mean TEN PAST EIGHT ON A WEEKEND??? Are you MAD Charlotte?
Then when I eventually mustered up the courage to go downstairs (around half past nine) I asked my mum the question that got me into such big trouble.

What are we doing today?

Well actually it was her answer that started it.

You know Rob it's the new verion of AVG that slows this computer down, we're going to Nana's and Poppa's, I downloaded it last night, I need to pop into beauville to pick up our stuff... about two-ish...

And she said all of this while staring at her computer screen which, as I pointed out was very impolite and gave me the impression that she wasn't paying me any attention. Of course my mum is never wrong so she said that it had never bothered me before, and I said it had so the argument went on. Now whenever she talks to me, she puts her face five inches avay from mine and stares at me. No it isn't funny!