Well, I wanted to go down to the waterfront and take some pictures as the sun rose. I set my alarm for 5.15 and for some reason it went off at 5.15, so I hit the snooze and got up around 5.30. Went downstairs, picked up my camera and sure enough, the battery was dead. So I let it charge for half an hour and did my Internet things, took it off the charge and got everything together…where’s my tripod? Looked everywhere I could think of, then had to go upstairs as quiet as I could because my better half was still asleep, which was looking like a pretty good right about then. Sure enough, there was my tripod, in a plastic bag of all things. Going as slow as I could yet again as to not wake my lovely, I got the bag downstairs, got everything together, hopped in the car, got out the gate and realised I had forgotten my wallet. Back in the house, scoured for my wallet (It was in the pants I was wearing the day before of all places). In the car, out the gate, down the road, at the water, the sun was well and truly up.