or should that be wake up me?
I had a relatively early train to catch to London this morning. It meant I left home just after 7am. It was dark. But when I got to the market area it was already buzzing with life. Some stall holders were already ready to start serving customers (I have no idea what time the market opens for trading, perhaps 7.30am?), others were unloading their wares. I had so many cheery ‘good mornings’ that I started the day with a bigger, bouncier spring in my step. Think I ought to do this (not the early train bit!) more often.