We've already established that G will engage in a relentless campaign of persecution to wake me up on a weekend morning. So why is it that if I happen to doze off at 7 p.m. on a Wednesday night, I will not wake up until the phone rings* an hour and a half later, only to find myself alone, except for a random cat napping on my bed, because G has gone downstairs to watch television?
What's wrong with watching television at dawn on Saturday? What, I ask you?
*It was a solicitor. It always is.