First job of the day was to pack the car up with strips of horrid carpet and transport them to the dump on the way to a Swansea shopping trip, to the DIY store and then to Sainsbury’s.
The last carpet show
By the time we got to Sainsbury’s my tummy was rumbling loudly.
“I think we ought to have lunch now, before we shop,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because I’m hungry, that’s why.”
On the way into the restaurant we passed a sign advertising a two-fer-a-bargain-price on roast turkey ‘Christmas’ lunches.
“That’s what we ought to have,” I said.
“Can’t do that. It’s not Christmas yet.”
No argument, I’m afraid. So we had scampi and chips instead, good, hot, and tasty.
Thank goodness, it was followed by a very short, weekend-only shop because Graham nodded off in the car on the way home and, by the time I’d parked, I could hardly keep my eyes open.
“Come on, Dolly,” I said when we’d unpacked and stowed stuff away. “Cuddle time.”
She led me up stairs and onto the bed. I’m not too sure I’d have made it without some assistance.
We have folks, both feline and canine, to tell us when to eat, when to sleep, when to go, when to come home, and every other step along the way. On the rare occasions when we go out of town, it’s tough to think for ourselves!
Sounds like all three of you deserved a good nap. Does Dolly snore? I have a little dog who sleeps with me and he snores, sometimes to the point of waking me up. But I love him, so it’s okay.
Someone across the street from you is doing the same thing, I see. Glad you made it home without going to sleep behind the wheel.
It’s a darned good thing you didn’t eat that turkey or you WOULD have nodded off much sooner!!! Turkey is a soporific food, if there ever was one. It should only be eaten at home; ask for take-out when you do get it.
Ah nap times. Cats know all about them.