The most hated sound in the world: The Monday Morning Alarm Clock.

I dont know what it inspires in anybody else, but that sound is enough to turn this mild mannered geek into a raving sweaty-toothed psychopath. It's like the ding-ding of a boxing match that has me shooting out of bed to smash the shit out of the small beeping device at the end of my bed.

In the red corner, Miss Jacqui. Undisputed Grumpy Arse Champion of the Mornings!

C'mere and get some, you son of a bitch.

And needing no introductions - The blue corner: Alarm Clock!

BEEEEEP!!!!!!

This morning was no different. I was deeply unconscious when the alarm went off and my eyes were barely open when Beloved passed me the squarking time-bomb. He was speaking fluent Gruntish and the few rumbling sounds that came from Beloved translated to something along the lines of: "Shut this fucking thing up before I break it in half."

So I found the OFF switch, hidden on the back among several other identical switches, and threw it on the floor.
And stay down, you dog!
Cozy blankets surrounded me. Cuddly Beloved cuddled me. I felt validated in my efforts to ignore the alarm. My eyes them drifted shut for what seemed like 5 seconds. Anybody in my position would do the same thing.

5 seconds later, I was running late.

So, I'm now at work feeling tetchy and irritated. I arrived about 30 seconds later than I should have done, but in the grand scheme of things that counts for squat. I'm here. I have coffee. I have email. I have every intention of waking up before lunch time.

My alarm clock is still on the bedroom floor. Does this mean I won?