8 THE ROUNDHOUSEMichael woke up at his usual time of between seven and eight, but it took him a little longer than usual to actually get up because he felt a little blurry. He was hungover. Not seriously, but certainly noticeably. Breakfast had been arranged for an eight thirty to nine start, but he didn't know what they had planned for the day after that, although he had been promised a tour of the Roundhouse, as they called it, but he wasn't sure whether that was still on or not.
Because of the uncertainty, he wanted to phone Dew before he went downstairs. He dragged himself out of bed, opened the window to its full extent, and entered the shower. He turned the power spray on full and adjusted the temperature to cool.
It went a long way to dispelling the fuzz in his head, and after dre
