Well, almost.
I have to say, wehad the worst night in months with our two little cherubs. They went to bed as usual at around 9pm - and then started barking at 11.00 for no apparent reason.Kept this up for a while, despite my instructions to go back to sleep. I let them out for a wee and you would have thoughtit was morning - they were ready to play, had no intention of settling down and seemed really agitated about something.
I eventually got them back to bed and settled, only for the whole process to start up again at 1am. Haven't got a clue what was up. Charles reckons it was the strong winds unsettling them, but I don't know.
One thing I can guarantee however. They'll be catching up on their beauty sleep during the day.
And this is something I should also try to do, I think. Ever since my littlebout of flu, I've noticed, disturbingly, that I look about ten years older and have, in fact, turned into my mother. I look in the mirror - and there she is looking straight back at me. "Get away, it's MY mirror, not yours."
What I need is a bit more flesh on my face to disguise the sunken cheeks. What a pity you can't just target a specific area to fatten up!

“All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.”
ReplyDeleteHowever I must tell you that for my part, I have stared at the 31st Dec post each day since wondering where the blog had disappeared to. And then this morning I realised I'd forgotten to check the sidebar...so what does that make me, I wonder?
Blinkered?
ReplyDeleteTunnel-visioned?