A life in the day of Oikki.
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It's 6.45 am and a burning bleep repeatedly shrieks in my ear, until I realise "No, its not a heart monitor in A&E," but is my tiny, silver alarm clock. Now that I am just about conscious to the world outside my door, I give myself until 11 minutes to - 6.49 - for a brief yet cherished sleep. The brief bit isn't generally achieved (and it looks like today is just going to have to be a general one). I open my eyes again at 7.07 am; this time due to my dad walking very heavily across the landing, about to disturb me from a 22 minute hibernation. However, an unbreakable (and totally illogical) habit of mine forces me into an upright poise ready to play the part of someone who's been up since dawn. "I'm awake! I'm awake! I'm awake!" will be my...

