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I’m a dormouse

August 2, 2011

OK I’ve never been one to leap out of bed at 6am shouting, “hurrah for the new day” … in days of old I’d have just been stumbling into bed. I’ve always been more of a night owl, like my father; something that drove my mother crazy, and Roy! They’re both up at the crack of dawn dashing around full of energy … most odd if you ask me and highly unnatural!

Lately, I’ve been waking up due to The Spaniard dancing on my bladder around 5.30, trudging wearily along the corridor and then back. Doing the whole vile pessary thing and falling back to sleep again until about 7.30 or 8am.

This morning broke all records!

I went to bed last night about 10ish and had my usual journey along the corridor, and fell back to sleep until 10.45am.

Guess The Spaniard and I needed a bit of a lie in!!


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