I’m rarely up early on a Saturday morning. It is usually the day I allow myself a few extra hours in bed after the ravages of the working week.
But with yesterday being Good Friday and consequently a bank holiday, I found myself well-rested this morning and thus I was up with the lark.
Actually I can’t substantiate that claim. I’ve no idea what time the lark gets up. I don’t know the lark personally.
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