For various reasons I have been getting up at the crack of dawn for the last week or so.
A couple of times I even had to get up at the ungodly hour of ten. Can you imagine? Ten o’clock in the morning? There should be a law against that.
Last night I went to bed early, with no alarms set and relishing a good decent night’s sleep with the full intention of getting up at a respectable hour. Like two. Or three?
By ten, I was in the middle of a really good dream where myself and Sharon were doing things that frankly shocked even me, when I was woken up.
Sandy wanted a piss.
I told her to go into the kitchen and have one there, and I rolled over and tried to get back to Sharon.
Sandy was having none of it. She wanted to go out, and that was final. I told her to fuck off and let herself out if things were that urgent. She pointed out that the back door was locked.
I said my fond farewells to Sharon, dragged myself out of bed and let Sandy out. She managed to make it to the grass. Just.
I wouldn’t mind too much but it is a fucking miserable day. There is a storm trying its best to demolish all my trees and it’s cold. It’s also pissing rain. In short, it is the kind of day that should be spent under the blankets.
I would have gone back to bed, but there would have been no point. I was awake and awake I was going to stay. Of course Sandy is now fast asleep on the couch without a glimmer of remorse. Bitch!
An afternoon nap is out of the question too as I have to brave the elements and go out later.
There are times when life really boils my piss.
sorry grandad, i dont’ follow..what is this “sleep in” thing you speak of? as for times life really boils my piss i’m very familiar
Buy a dog-flap and book another assignation with Sharon tonight!
Wow, just woke up meself!! Not a bad Christmas. As they say if you can remember it, you weren’t there!! Just wondering about “your” Sharon, is she not knocking around with a vet these days? Might explain the dog’s unusual reaction to your nocturnal ramblings?
Cat – I saved up all my sleeps for my retirement. All the more reason why I want to enjoy ’em now.
Meltemian – I thought of that but she’s a big dog so the flap would take up half the door. I suppose it would be easier if I gave her her own key?
Not Green – The vet is just for show. If the paparazzi discovered who her real bloke is we would never get any peace.. He’s also handy for convincing Herself if she gets suspicious.
Vet doesn’t stand for veteran does it?? 😉
Quote from : http://swiftjonathan.wordpress.com/2011/01/04/survey-32-of-men-say-sharon-ni-bheolain-primary-reason-to-go-on/
“Our research indicates that if she just opened her blouse another couple of buttons, thereby revealing some more tantalising glimpses of her firm, bountiful cleavage, or perhaps stood away from the desk in a skirt rising two inches above the knee with a high split, we might be able to cut the suicide rate in Ireland by about 30%,” said Dr. Gallagher, who was forced into early retirement by public service cuts.”
That beats any other opinion poll about wrinkle creams!!!! Dy’e think she’d be interested in transferring to BBC news?
Why not put a blonde wig and reading glasses on Sandy, then teach her to speak Irish? It’s worth a try.
Not Green – Or a misprint?
Cardi – I missed that one. Cheeky bastards. And yiz can’t have her. She’s mine, d’you hear? She’s MINE!
DD – That is one weird concept? I don’t think Sandy would get the hang of the Irish though.