I’m just not used to getting up early. Ten years retired and we’ve got used to waking up as it gets light and then having a leisurely cup of tea in bed. But this morning was different. I set the alarm for 07.15, jumped into my jeans, jumped into the car, and was outside the tabac (our local newsagent) while it was still dark at 07.45. We’re only a small village but there was already a long queue of people all waiting for the shutters to go up and the lights to come on; all waiting to buy the Charlie Hebdo survivors issue. The doors eventually opened but unfortunately the supply ran out just before my turn came. Apparently there will be more tomorrow morning which was good news. The downside is that I’ll have to set that damn alarm again.