I am knackered once more.
I have had a small run of bad nights when I didn’t get enough sleep so was feeling a bit dopey yesterday. Time to relax and doze away the afternoon.
Except I couldn’t.
We got a phone call from a Nephew-in-law to say he was over from London for a break and that he was about to call in. Call in he did, along with his husband [I’m not prejudiced!]. They came laden with gifts of chocolates and cake and said they were only staying for ten minutes. Nephew went in to chat with Herself while I chatted with Husband in the main room.
He’s a lovely chatty bloke. Conversation ranged from the structure of the Universe, through religion [and life after death] to Warble Gloaming [a load of bollocks. Don’t they know the climate is always changing?]. This was not idle chat; it was deep philosophical stuff and wasn’t made any easier as he is of Far Asian extraction, with a perfect command of English but a bit of an accent. It was stimulating but fucking exhausting! The ten minutes turned into a couple of hours.
After they left we had dinner and then partook of one of their gifts – a whisky sponge cake that was quite strong and very tasty. I washed it down with a grand glass of Jameson and went to bed.
Last night I finally got to sleep fairly quickly and slept the sleep of the just. Just what I needed.
Except that I was woken by the clatter of ladders just after eight – the Roofers are back! So much for my decent sleep.
They have been crashing around on the roof all day. It’s like a permanent thunderstorm. They are doing great work though with great attention to detail. If the roof still leaks after their work then I might as well admit defeat and burn the place to the ground.
No chance of a doze either, with that racket.