I woke early this morning for some reason.
I was going to go back to sleep, but the devil got into me so I got up instead. I’m glad I did.
Dawn was just breaking, and I stood out in the garden for a while. The dawn chorus was quite spectacular.
There were blackbirds, thrushes, robins, tits [of the feathered variety], finches and a couple of pheasants [or it may have been peasants?] all vying with each other to be the loudest. It was the most beautiful sound.
As I stood there, a fox strolled across the lawn which didn’t please Sandy. She shot off after him and woke the neighbour who was fast asleep under the hedge. I don’t know why it is, but whenever the neighbour has a rake of pints, he always ends up sleeping it off in my garden. Doesn’t he know he has a garden of his own for that purpose?
I went back indoors, feeling full of the joys of spring.
Then it started to piss rain.
Now I’m tired.
After all, I’ve been up since dawn.
I think I’ll have a nap.