I am oh so…

..tired.

Let me explain something about the house in which I currently reside, my mum in a fit of improvement that comes over her every once in a while has had all the doors replaced with solid wood georgian ones painted white with locks on. I made the fatal mistake of locking mine about 2 months ago (dont ask) to discover that this now means my door sticks…so it’s left ajar. The dog takes a lot of advantage of this – I’ve been woken by her standing on her hind legs by the bed and tapping me with her front paws going ‘out please’ and sometimes by application of a cold nose to which ever bit of my anatomy is sticking out of the duvet in beagle reach. But it also means you’re a lot more aware of the nocturnal movings around the house of the family which previously I was oblivious of. I’m becoming a lighter sleeper and my dad is getting me up earlier and earlier… and one day I’m going to come in curl up under my desk and snore.