On friday, june 12th, i woke up at six o clock and no wonder, it was my birthday. but of course i was not allowed to get up at that hour, so i had to control my curiosity until a quarter to seven. then i could bear it is no longer, and went to the dining room, where i received a warm welcome from moortje (the cat). soon after seven i went to mummy and daddy and then to the sitting room to undo my presents. the first to greet me was you, possibly the nicest of all. then on the table there were a bunch of roses, a plant, and some peonies, and more arrived during the day. what time did the writer wake up?