I did find out on the Friday that my room mate was to be Mick Hirst, known in the touring party as Sir Michael, due to his being awarded an OBE in a previous Honour's List. Great for me because I have known Mick a long time, get on very well with him and in fact Linda and I met up with him and his wife Susan, in South Africa earlier this year. We enjoyed a lovely meal at one of our favourites, Cafe Bon Bon, in Franschhoek. What I didn't know about my friend was the problem he has with snoring and this quickly became evident during the night!
Some people class me as anti-social but actually, I just need to get to bed early because I am a morning person . 0500 is my normal wake up time and I jump out of bed at 0600 with a smile on my face and ready to take on whatever challenges the day ahead has to throw at me. The smile is generally there because if I wake up then I am alive! It's a brilliant way to start the day...being alive that is and having a smile on my face. Anyway, back to Sir Michael.
I had barely got to sleep when my room mate appeared, waking me up of course but I didn't let onto that fact. I merely turned over, hoping to return quickly to the land of nod and dream of the golf and the tour of Ireland that lay ahead. Dreams? You must be joking! Within two minutes of Mick's head hitting the pillow, he started to produce a sound which I could only compare to my petrol powered Honda lawnmower. It was actually a quiet start on his part because as the hours rolled on he became progressively louder moving onto an impression of a Harley Davidson before ultimately producing his piece de resistance which was the siren of Cunard's Queen Mary 2 as it left port! The room shook and I swear that on the intake of breath, the walls actually moved in on us! Needless to say, while Mick slept the sleep of the dead, I was consigned to a night of burying my head under the pillow trying to find the silence and some sleep! It never came and dawn welcomed a weary and somewhat fraught individual who determined to find some method of generating sleep going forwards.
Some people class me as anti-social but actually, I just need to get to bed early because I am a morning person . 0500 is my normal wake up time and I jump out of bed at 0600 with a smile on my face and ready to take on whatever challenges the day ahead has to throw at me. The smile is generally there because if I wake up then I am alive! It's a brilliant way to start the day...being alive that is and having a smile on my face. Anyway, back to Sir Michael.
I had barely got to sleep when my room mate appeared, waking me up of course but I didn't let onto that fact. I merely turned over, hoping to return quickly to the land of nod and dream of the golf and the tour of Ireland that lay ahead. Dreams? You must be joking! Within two minutes of Mick's head hitting the pillow, he started to produce a sound which I could only compare to my petrol powered Honda lawnmower. It was actually a quiet start on his part because as the hours rolled on he became progressively louder moving onto an impression of a Harley Davidson before ultimately producing his piece de resistance which was the siren of Cunard's Queen Mary 2 as it left port! The room shook and I swear that on the intake of breath, the walls actually moved in on us! Needless to say, while Mick slept the sleep of the dead, I was consigned to a night of burying my head under the pillow trying to find the silence and some sleep! It never came and dawn welcomed a weary and somewhat fraught individual who determined to find some method of generating sleep going forwards.
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