When I checked the cloud forecast for this morning’s sunrise (before I went to bed) it didn’t look very promising, so I had a second bourbon and coke and didn’t set the alarm. However I was not destined to have a lie-in because one of our cats decided to piss all over the sofa-bed in the lounge and I was woken up at 6:30am by Catherine shouting at said cat who had decided to empty his bladder right in front of her. As I was rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I saw some colour in the sky and realised sunrise was actually going to be a good one. So I hopped in the car and drove to the beach and it was indeed a nice sunrise. And all it cost was one ruined sofa-bed.