Some twit called the house at 3am. Three times.

Then some tomcats sang on the corridor at 4am.

I had a neightmare and woke up at 5am, and finally went back to sleep at 6am.

Bless his soul, Max didn't move from my bed from 12 midnight last night. He left to poo at 6am, and came back to sit on the bed even though he was awake at 6am. He sat there until 8am when I woke up. He had a little breakfast, and had more biscuits later.

Spencer is still hissing and snarling.