The stuff of nightmares

After waking rather early this morning and then not being able to go back to sleep, because of a combination of a slightly sore ear, a snoring husband, and a cat who had decided that the best way to get breakfast was to stand perched on my hip bone with his rather significant weight concentrated mostly onto two very pokey paws, I managed to drop off again for an extra sleep-in. Adam had got up and the boys were in the study next to my bedroom playing computer games, the dog had taken up residence in Adam’s spot on the … Continue reading The stuff of nightmares