I was supposed to have

I was supposed to have a date last night, but it was cancelled due to illness. Allegedly. Who can tell?
So, feeling a little miffed and disappointed, I went to bed at the ludicrously early hour of 9.45pm, slept like a log, but still felt utterly exhausted when I woke up at 7.58am, having slept through 58 minutes of Sara Cox as well as the sound of the dustmen, who always park their lorry right outside my bedroom window.