I woke up to the sound of glass smashing. I immediately looked out of the window, and light came streaming into my eyes far too quickly for my brain to comprehend the image of a normal London morning- and instead I saw some sort of explosion, the light from it burning my eyes. Yes, I honestly woke up at 8am thinking something outside of my 7th floor window had exploded.
I'm such a twat when I'm tired.
Needless to say, I didn't get out of bed until 3am due to the fright, and the distinct possibility that I may have been a ghost. The glass smashing was the recycling trucks during their morning collection.
Their weekly morning collection.
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