Sunday 30 November 2014

Sleeping Through Sunday

I had one of those Sundays where you crawl out of bed 2 hours later than you would normally, feed the bunnies and then go back to bed. It's a rare thing, which makes it all the more surprising that I wasn't woken up before then by the thundering din of stereophonic stair-gate rattling.

Did Whisky and Anouska (Bobbit's not much of a rattler) decide they were going to let me lie in, or did I sleep through the cacophony? They were also surprisingly calm over breakfast...

"We have decided not to punish you today. Apparently there's a big fat bloke with a beard keeping a list of who's been naughty this year. I think you should consider yourself on it, but perhaps you might try to buy yourself off it with treats?"

1 comment:

  1. Oh, dear. I think someone better spend some special time with Whiskey. Clearly this whole concept of naughty and nice...well, he needs some help with do we all.