CRASH, clatter, clang. My makeshift burglar alarm had sounded, I thought – the pile of trays signalling a break-in at the kitchen window. Adrenaline pumping, panic button in one hand and, repellent in the other, I leapt out of bed and dashed through to the kitchen.
All was quiet inside, but the clattering continued as the 3.20am plane made its noisy landing at the Port Elizabeth Airport. Dragging my 93-year-old bones back to bed, I surrounded myself with books, crosswords and TV remote to help me through the rest of the night.
Or perhaps I should have opened up the computer and started writing that book entitled How to occupy oneself in bed after a rude awakening. Could be a bestseller.
Vera Le Blanc Smith, Humewood Ext, Port Elizabeth