Really hate it when you’ve been looking forward to something so much, and then when you open your eyes, you realise that the sun is lower than it should be and you reach over to pick up your phone to look at the time, and it’s 38 minutes past the beginning of service.
And then then you think, well, by the time you dressed and head out and arrive, it’ll be at least 17:15.
Which is an hour and fifteen minutes after the beginning of service and about twenty minutes from the end.
And in case you were wondering, I slept through four alarms. Yup.