Put a Sock on It Charlie!

I got woken up at 3 am yesterday morning. By none other than Charlie.

Seriously - that was the last straw. I know, the last straw should have been a week ago. But well... the buttery residue from the flattery didn't quite all washed out yet. Fortunately, waking me up at 3 did the trick.

I mean, I tried the polite thing, though WhiteBoy says I didn't have to. And yeah - in the haze of sleep, the polite thing went out the window. And I have my fingers, ears and toes crossed that THAT did the trick.

So go on Charlie - Put a sock on it! Bugger off and don't freaking darken my mobile phone again.

Not even when you've finally learnt the meaning of the word R.E.S.P.E.C.T.