I opened my eyes. I’m laying on my left side, I am looking at the clock. It says 0319. I sigh, partly in frustration that I’m awake, partly in pleasure in the thought that I have two hours before I get up for my walk. All I need to do is get back to sleep.
I open my eyes again. It’s 0615. This wasn’t really in the plan. By now, the #Breakfastclub will be underway, and they are wondering where I am. I almost drift off again, it’s at that point where by the time I’m up, dressed and ready to go out, I’d only have time for a quick dash to the waterfront, and I am sorry to say, I just couldn’t muster the enthusiasm to get up. Until that is, I received a gentle poke in the back, along with a gently croaked “Cup of Tea”.
The cats were in a mood; Misty wants the door open, no she wants a drink, but first give me breakfast, no open the door after I’ve had a drink, but no, I’ll eat breakfast first. Where is it? Why haven’t you got it ready yet? Rascal is just stood there patiently waiting, I do their breakfast. It is, even if I say so myself, a nice cup of tea. But now it’s time to get up.
I’ll go for a walk at lunchtime.