Well, the alarm went off. And here I am. I broke one of P's rules by not getting up straightaway.
Last night, I did not sleep well.
I feel like shit and wish I could have stayed in bed. P had said, "This is going to be hard," at the time, and I sat there thinking: "How can anything be that hard?"
My body aches with tiredness. I feel like a zombie.
Ah, I can hear the birds singing their morning songs. Bit late for them, isn't it? Still, it's a pleasant sound.
Better feed the rabbits as they're pulling at my dressing gown (and we got home late-ish last night during which time they had eaten part of one of my sandals – I dreamt about that last night). Oh, the trauma.
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hey mell dark, i love that you have rabbits that eat your sandals.
ReplyDeleteHey there NMJ, good morning to you.
ReplyDeleteYes, the little scamps eat anything. They live in the house – fully litter-trained (as I always quickly stress!) – and have chomped through bits of skirting board, electric cables and part of a wicker chair.
But my shoes... my shoes! Aaah, this is where I have my Carrie-Sex-and-the-City face on. How can they not know?!
The baby rabbit, a blonde-brown thing with lop ears and a speed of 70mph, is especially naughty and eats soil from pot plants, which she spills everywhere. Her name is Albert (don't ask)...