Dom

This morning I've been roused - latterly to a frenzy - four times by the paper boy.

Not Dominic.

Dominic has decided to take time out from delivering papers while he sits his Highers. On the one hand, I'm very glad that he's serious about his studies but, on the other hand, it means introducing someone new to the building, 'the code' and the lift. We don't have a good history with this. The big problem is the code.

Today, the new guy keyed in the code twice and, instead of me, got the emergency service (Bield - memorise the name - you will all have to know that name soon if you don't know it already). They called me, although it wasn't an emergency and Bield is an emergency service. Could they let the paper boy in? Of course. Their code didn't work. The paper boy called me again. Could I come down and collect the paper?  Not a hope in hell! I keyed him in again, waited a lifetime (3 minutes) and was about to go down and let him in when he appeared at the top of the stairs. I took my paper and asked if he was on tomorrow. Yep. And the next six weeks.

Bugger.

The new guy and I will get used to each other. Just as well because once Dom has got used to the idea of not getting up 5am, there's a chance he'll never come back to his paper round. That's a shame because although he's often late, he's reliable. I never thought I would miss him.