Graham was on shopping duty in Neath with his mother today, so after my chauffeur duty, I hopped on over to Morrison’s for tomatoes, ciggies, and breakfast.
I’d woken all heavy and reluctant this morning, far too close to the General Law of Gravity for comfort, and had almost decided not to do the breakfast trip. It had turned to rain overnight and my joints were not happy chappies, not happy at all. However, having allowed good sense to drive me out, I scoffed my breakfast with a will, and felt much better for it.
Getting back home, I yelled up the stair to Dolly “I’m home. Hang on a minute and I’ll join you for a good restorative nap.”
Which, after checking my email and having a quick ciggie in the garden, is what I did.
During the course of the extended nap, Dolly snuggled closer and closer, until she was fair wrapped around me at 16:00, when I woke, told her and the world at large that I was feeling better again, and poddled down into the kitchen for coffee.
The six steps we call a stairway that separate the living from the sleeping halves of the bungalow are a bonus I’d not expected. It’s more natural to me, somehow, to go up to bed, and down to live. I’ve never much liked mixing the two.
And then, shortly after 17:00, Graham called me over to Rhos to fetch him.
The day is complete. Not exciting, but full of pleasure.
I know exactly how you feel about separating sleeping and living spaces, John. Our last house was a nice two-story that did that perfectly. Out of necessity (elderly mother-in-law), we’re currently in a bungalow and I really don’t like the mingling of spaces at all. Back to a two-story for the next one.
If a day’s full of pleasure, is there really any need for excitement? I don’t think so.
Aha you have the ciggies under control I see.
I used to live in a house on the beach and we went upstairs to the living,dining room and kitchen.Downstairs were the bedrooms and bathrooms.It took some getting used to to go downstairs to bed.
Feline snuggle therapy–it does the trick every time.
I’d like to have a few steps dividing the sleeping area from the rest. But at this point, we’re not about to move until at least the market is so irreistable we can’t possibly refuse the offer.
Glad you had a pleasureable day!
Dolly is always up for a good time, eh?
Oh, Dolly is the original good-time gal, that’s for sure!
It does sound like a very good, very comfortable day. I’m left smiling.