We�ve got a new morning routine at the flat�it used to be that I�d get up, Fletch would jump on the bed, curl up, start snoring and then I�d start getting ready while I made jealous glaring faces at my sleeping boyfriend and puppy�
Now, fletch has decided that he�s super-cuddle-puppy in the morning, and although he�ll get ON to the bed when I get up, he won�t settle down and ends up following me round the flat, trying to drink my bathwater, jumping up my bare legs and making me squeak, licking my moisturiser and jjust generally trying to get attention and love (awww)�
This morning it�d been thundering for an hour when I got up, but just like little distant rumblings, like far away lorries or something�but then after I�d bathed and gotten all coco-nutty there was a HUGE fork of lightning and then the loudest crash of thunder I�ve heard in a long time�it sounded like someone with a very large foot had stomped on the top of the block�
�and fletch hit the deck!
Hee hee�it�s wrong to laugh at my poor doggy but he looked SO bewildered (he�s not usually bothered by thunder�only by pigeons who have the nerve to perch on HIS balcony�and even then he only wants to STOMP on them, I think he thought the thunder was someone trying to stomp on him) and I put my arms out to him and he scuttled across the floor on his tubby little belly for a cuddle :o)
Ooooooh�.Kate�.we�re both talking about the weather *started writing this *this* morning* perhaps the heat has aged our brains to �middle-aged�? or perhaps our conversation dials have gotten stuck on �small talk�? Hee hee�
*big grin*
Ps�work is CRAP today�and I�d like, no, I�d LOVE to crack some skulls today�please, if you work with me and you read this (god I hope not), PLEASE stop interrupting my Harry Potter Audiobook � yes, I�m BORING but I will commit murderer with a stapler�and let that be a lesson to you!
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