Zombie

I stumbled around the office this morning like a drunken zombie, spilling the Team's morning tea and generally fudging everything I came into contact with. Now I don't know about you but I am shocking when I haven't had my full eight hour quota of sleep. When I worked the late shift at Portland Hospital Radio I was able to counteract sleep deprivation with a power nap before I went on air. Since the demise of my show - more about that another time - I have been able to reset my body clock back to normal. That was until the early hours of this morning. I awoke to the sound of shuffling at my front door, then what sounded like letters being delivered. Thinking we had an over eager postman I turned over and snuggled back down. But the sound continued beyond what is normal for a morning postal delivery, it went on for a full five minutes. Shuffle, shuffle, drop, drop. I reached for my watch, 4.45am, not the hour of the postman. He generally stops by a good six hours later than that. Feeling slightly unsettled I pulled on my dressing gown and went to investigate. Creeping out of my bedroom and glancing into my hall I saw the evidence. Lying on the carpet was a crushed boxes of herb teas, old newspapers and Christmas cards I'd only just got round to throwing out. A strange someone had been posting my recycling back through my letterbox. I wonder who it could be?