So it's like this:
Monday: Woken up at 6.45am by Mr O's alarm going off. He'd left at 5am and forgotten to switch it off.
Tuesday: Woken up at 6.50am by the geese honking. I leap up in panic in case a fox is trying to get into them. It turns out Mr O went to collect some eggs and decided to let them out for the first time ever.
Wednesday: I am woken up at 6.55am by Tigger, who says, "Hello!" in a very loud voice. I look around, startled, as I assume he is trying to get in at the open window. This would be a first. It turns out he came in the house as Mr O was leaving for work and wouldn't budge. Mr O was running late and didn't have time to argue, so he left him there. I quote that it 'never occured to him that he would try to go upstairs.' We live in an open-plan house.
So if you'll excuse me, I'm off back to bed. (And yes, at 6.55am this morning, I was woken up by the rain drumming on the window). Grrr
Mag's respirpatory issues continue
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