Dec 1st, 2019

Author: donich_admin

Worst way to wake up

I’ll take a poll on the worst way to wake up. I’m not counting things like hearing bombers overhead or seeing a man in a hockey mask standing over you with a blood stained knife – but just ordinary moderately bad things.

Friday 4:30am – freezing cold cat comes into bedroom, goes under the duvet and inserts his nose into my anal region. Not pleasant.
Saturday 7:30am – trying to have a bit of a lie in as R is not well. Tora does not appreciate this as he wants fed at his usual time so he has a preliminary claw of my feet to get me up. When this doesn’t work, he jumps on the bedside table and (I think deliberately) pushes a glass of water over my head, my pillow and the fourway on the floor with all the electrics plugged in to it. Providentially on this occasion I had left my Surface on the bed rather than on the floor – because if it had been where I usually left it – that would have been a £1700 piece of kit needing replaced. Not sure how that would have gone down with the insurance company!