Okay, so I'm back to being really, really tired again after a dreadful night. It wasn't Jack, who only woke up once, very briefly, after a nightmare. It wasn't Andy, who was downstairs on the sofa because we're both bunged up and snoring at the moment. It was partly my brain, which just would not shut up. And mostly the bloody cat, Minstel, who kept whumping against me and not giving me room and purring loudly and wobbling the bed as he washed and chewing plastic bags (yes, he's weird) and scrambling about under the bed and climbing up onto the window sill and just. Generally being bloody annoying.
So. Short morning and back to bed when Jack goes. So if I'm not around early afternoon, that's why.
Grrr.
So. Short morning and back to bed when Jack goes. So if I'm not around early afternoon, that's why.
Grrr.
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*Hugs* hope you feel better soon
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I do feel a bit better now I've had nap, lunch and a cuppa, thanks. :-)
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