Thankfully, because I'm quite tired (busy at work) today my dad has stepped up and delivering a cracking guest blog post - enjoy!
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Early One Morning.
Listen …. Time passes ….. ever so quietly. Sleepy souls
slumber almost silently, unaware of times quiet, steady tread. Soft embracing
shadows lull errant thoughts of wakefulness into silence. Morning arrives with
no ado about anything, no alarm calls, no birdsong, no sunrise beckoning the
sleepers away from their comforting cuddly bed. For a timeless long while sweet
darkness holds all safe in it’s arms.
An idle thoughts wafts murmuring through one sleep befuddled
brain …. I wonder?
Barely focussed eyes glace at the clock – 5:10 am … time to
get up!
Another, more vigorous soul nearby me sits upright and in yawning fits
and starts, gathers itself and miraculously stands, and then makes its way
downstairs. Why must she dash about so, it’s still the middle of the night! The
sleepy soul still abed closes its eyes ever so briefly, soon, soon it too will
also have to rise and greet the day.
All is quiet, then the dogs make excited noises as their
mistress half stumbles through the kitchen gloom, gathers a kaftan and a
handful of dog biccies for eager canines.
My word they are excited, yips and woofs abound, you’d think
they’d never been fed before. Goodness me hounds, what a noise - “EERRRGGHHHHH!”
Thinks are thought in the embracing darkness …. That, that
almost sounded like Christine …..
……… (bare seconds pass.. and with a note of urgency now …
“Erm ……”
“GRAHAM!!!!! I’VE TRODDEN IN SOMETHING!!!”
I rise and struggle to throw off the befuddled charms of
sleep
Christine sits on the kitchen stool mentally screaming for
someone to cut her right foot off asap…
With astounding talent my better half had managed to walk
through the kitchen in complete darkness and complete safety, only then to put
the light on and stand in erm … (readers of a sensitive disposition look away
now).
Christine has a minor flaw in her character, she cannot
handle vomit.
No way, don’t even think about it. The possible options are
–
1)
There is no such thing as vomit, it doesn’t exist.
2)
If it does exist anywhere close by, she will join in and add
to it.
I cleaned her right foot, thereby gaining extra brownie
points all day long.
I strongly suspect China – the larger of two, very fluffy
Rough Collies we live with. She habitually eats anything she can find with little regard as
to whether it is food or not and had decided that a snack of dog grass was
required to settle her belly.
Sleep had most definitely ended!