Bibbip bibbip, its 6.17am and this is the fifth time I’ve pressed snooze, so I slither out of bed. More like an eel than a snake as although its 6.17am its 30 degrees in my unit, a sauna on stilts, a 90’s attempt at the “Queenslander”. I farewell my bed from the right hand side (for fear of bad luck), get dressed and turn the air conditioner above my bed to a more