A life in the day of Paul Harris
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I wake up 6:30 a.m. with my light going on and a very loud voice shouting, "Get up Paul! Immediately or I will stop you from playing stupid games on your Playstation." (I find this one of my mother's most annoying habits.) I eventually haul myself out of my bed and stagger to the bathroom, where I transform my self from Ape to human. Laura my adorable (if somewhat a pain), sister, is already dressed and downstairs feeding our cat Bobby. Dad is blocking the stairs putting his shoes on as he advances to work for another day in the bank. Mum is busy juggling the washing machine, the toaster, packed lunch and signing my planner. Just as I think it is safe to come down stairs, to have a tasty breakfast of Coco Pops, my mum would start practicing Opera, for her lesson on Friday lunch time. I don't particularly...


