‘Up and at ’em, Fleury,’ my Dad used to call when I was really little and heading off in the truck with him.
Back then I bounced out of bed with the expectation of adventure on my mind. Going with dad held loads of fun…
Days in the truck singing along to Slim Dusty (I can still sing most of trucking songs off by heart, much to my daughter’s absolute horror) or Charlie Pride.
I meet all sorts really cool people; Mr Papadopolous and Kypros at Coober Pedy, Mr Severen at Curtain Springs. There were people at Mintabie and Marla Bore.
I got to eat chips and drink Coke. My standard line was ‘Come on, John (my dad). You have to share your Coke, you know.’
Aha. Very cheeky, I know!
These days, I need a strong coffee or two before I make much sense and it’s me waking my kids up. I can tell you, with the thought of a week of school ahead, for them, they’re really not that keen to get out of bed. (I’ve been known to stand above a bed and drip cold water onto the sleeping face… Only after I’ve called the daughter six or seven times, mind you! I’m not that mean!)
Even with bleary eyes, I reckon the morning is the best part of the day. I mean, how could you not love this sunrise?
Every Monday morning, it’s a 5:30 start, but I personally still love it… Just so long as I have a coffee in hand.
Are you a morning person or not?