As is, seemingly traditional, at this time of year, we all once again seem to be ill with a Christmas cold of varying ferocity. I, once again have "concrete nose syndrome ", a condition that, after all this time, has become somewhat wearing. Sleep is always difficult with a blocked nose for anyone one.
But, in the wee hours of the night I was sure that I could hear someone crying in pain, but, when I checked the girls were a sleep and Liam still down stairs irrating the puppy. So, in a sleep haze I went back to sleep. Next thing is that I am vaguely aware of a wet nose nuzzling my ankle and the half sleepy acknowledgement that I can hear CATHY telling Liam about letting the puppy up stairs ( if he can, the puppy likes sleeping in Liam's room "apparently" ) . So, as I am now wide awake in the early-ish hours I will be napping through the day
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I am here, in front of the computer, in the dull early light of a late Autumn Friday. It's 7'ish, the house, for the minute is quiet...
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Caring person that I am, I spent my own lunch break shopping for some Puppy Food. Having brought him some more tins, biscuits, a larger wate...
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Stupid body clock - why doesn't it automatically adjust for Day Light savings time?
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