9H30 in the morning and my ears were catching something in the air that went hitting the walls of my brain, and shattered my sleep. I was in my room listening carefully : the sound came down the street. Sleep was weighing too much on my body to allow me to jump from bed and see what was going on. So I remained in bed, listening..
In my head, my brain was playing another tune similar to the one heard outside. Almost similar. I scoured through all my grey matter and finally found it : The Trick by Prodigy.
I finally knew who they were : the assassins of my sleep on this morning. The waste collectors and today’s turn was the BOTTLE(Bottles are picked every Wednesday and sent to recycle, so make sure to separate your waste and put those bottles(beer,whisky,vodka bottles…) out on Wednesday morning(in the North of France, now it depends where you live? Ask your neighbours for more info(which day for what type of waste) :p) Gasp, it was Wednesday, and what are we supposed to hear every Wednesday morning? The Trick by The Prodigy….oh I mean the sound of breaking glass or tuning on glass. Ahh France, that was a good one….A great tune from you on this Wednesday morning.