Sitting on the throne, I can’t help to think how blessed I am to sit there and listen to the birdsong every morning like a flying Symphony… And my farts sounding like an out of sync trombone. I head to the loo phone in hand as I don’t want my wife to be awakened by the roar of the lion which is the sound of my main alarm. Silence… Except for the birds singing outside. I listen a few seconds more before I get up and in one motion kill the alarm and unplug the charger.
It is my phones “pre-alarm” called “Angels Feathers”. I am awakened by the sound of birdsong and soft music coming from my bedside table.
