It was pitch dark. Cold. I could see the clock ticking over to alarm hour.
I jumped out of bed and crossed the room to hit the clock before the buzzing started. I fell over my Ugg boots and smacked my chin on the dresser. Ouch. Button pressed, alarm diverted.
I climbed back into bed. There was an unexpected presence. The bed was smaller than I recalled. Darby. When did he arrive?
I tried to get more shut eye. No good. Might as well seize the day.
Ugg boots on, dressing gown wrenched from the cupboard. Coat hanger snapping in the process. Bugger.
I walked out into the kitchen and slipped on the wet floor. What the?
Yawning I opened the dishwasher and started to unpack last night's plates. I dived into the cutlery basket only to be stabbed by steak knife in the palm of my hand. Ouch! But it didn't end there. In my delerium I then got poked under the finger nail with a fork. Chinese torture.
This wasn't going to be a good day.
I couldn't continue this way.
I had to start again.
I returned to bed, pushed everyone over, laid there for a while, and got out the other side. I have decided that there will be no Mondayitis for me ...
Happy Monday everyone. Can someone give me a little 'woot woot'?
Helllloooooo!!!! Leeeeeaaannnneeeee!!!!
ReplyDeleteIt is going to get better. A hot cup of tea may not save the world but it's especially soothing on a wintery morning. Oh and some deep breathing too.
Take care
SSG xxx
Ahh never a good start... I woke up to Mr5 in my bed and a warm wet patch. Ugh!!! Why??!!
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