There is a plot afoot to deprive me of sleep! On Sunday night Tom rang at 1.30am to announce his arrival in Berlin. Cheers Tom. Later that night, Peter shook me awake to ask, "Why is the floor such a mess?"
Whaaaaaaaaaaat? "It isn't." I replied
He sat up and appeared to look at the floor, "Oh no," he agreed, "It isn't. Sorry."
He was fast asleep.
Then last night, I was shaken awake again, "Did you put these up?" said he, waving an arm to the window.
"What?"
"These wedding things."
"What wedding things?"
"Huh? Oh, never mind."
Fast asleep again.
This morning he said he remembered thinking there were chiffon drapes everywhere. How? Why?
I remain sleep deprived and am consequently malfunctioning.
Whaaaaaaaaaaat? "It isn't." I replied
He sat up and appeared to look at the floor, "Oh no," he agreed, "It isn't. Sorry."
He was fast asleep.
Then last night, I was shaken awake again, "Did you put these up?" said he, waving an arm to the window.
"What?"
"These wedding things."
"What wedding things?"
"Huh? Oh, never mind."
Fast asleep again.
This morning he said he remembered thinking there were chiffon drapes everywhere. How? Why?
I remain sleep deprived and am consequently malfunctioning.
3 comments:
Know the feeling Lol.
It's a good job you're not a psychotherapist, Lol. You could have a field day with Pete.
Oh Lol, tell me this is not what I have to look forward to as SM gets older!!! Very funny!
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