Day started much the same way.
All snug, covers up to ears, cat in exactly the most annoying possible spot on the bed so I have to sleep diagonally...etc...
BBC Radio 3 clicks on at precisely seven: "Boris Johnson has been elected Mayor of London..."
Smile without opening eyes.
Then a horrible thought occurs.
Since when has there been two consecutive days of good political news?
Is it a sign of the end?
2 comments:
"cat in exactly the most annoying possible spot on the bed so I have to sleep diagonally"
My cats now understand the signal "look out" and will move a foot to the side when I want to go to bed. If not, I pick them up and move them over. Nothing like having a warm kitty or two or three snuggled right next to me to help relieve the chill.
And, congratulations on the political victories!
Woo hoo!
there's still some sense left in this land!
Yay!
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