Lying in my bed the other night trying to get a bit of shut eye, and failing dismally I might add, I was struck by how much noise and activity there is in our bedroom.
Stop it!! You have such a rude mind! That isn’t what I meant at all. Wash your mind out!
The dog regularly sighs and walks round the room before flopping down with another huge sigh, sometimes stopping for a loud and slurpy drink from his bowl. Unfortunately, I’m always on epilepsy alert and when he gets restless I’m always watching out for signs of an impending fit. Last night he did one of his nightly rounds of the bedroom and then flopped down on the floor at my side of the bed with his usual massive sigh. Suddenly the most horrendous smell wafted up from the floor. I can’t even begin to describe it. Oh my God! I turned over and put my hand over my mouth and nose in a vain attempt to keep the sickening stench from assailing my nostrils further. God. It was horrendous.
Boofuls slept on, blissfully unaware of the gas attack going on in our bedroom. As he slept he snored gently like a little lawnmower. Eventually Douggie the doggie stopped farting and flopping round the room and settled down. That was Boofuls’s cue to take the snoring up a gear.
Good Lord! It was like lying next to a pneumatic drill singing a duet with a cow! DDDDDRRRRRRRRRRRRRMOOOOOOOOOOO!!
SHUDDUP AND TURN OVER!
Amazingly he did.
So did I.
What the …?
Someone forgot to tell that screeching seagull that it’s called a dawn chorus because it happens at dawn, not the middle of the bloody night. It’s no wonder I’m always exhausted. What I wouldn’t give for a peaceful nights sleep!
Munki on the other hand…
was in the bath and Lashes was putting clothes away in the next room. As usual, the telly on and she was watching hoarders. Munki shouted for her to turn it off as she didn’t like it, “I don’t like ghost stories, I’ll have nightmares”. “It’s not about ghosts, its about hoarders.” ” Oh right. Are they nobs?”
Lashes, shocked and trying to keep a straight face asked her to repeat what she’d said, Munki duly obliged: “Those people, the hoarder, are they nobs?”
Poor old Lashes was shaking with the effort of trying not to laugh.
“Where did you hear that? From Youtube? Nob is a swear word, it means you’re and idiot, don’t say it again and don’t watch that you tube channel again.”
Munki: “How many ‘o’s does it have in it?”
” Oh. Then it’s not the same word. I meant noob.”
Lashes collapsed on the floor laughing.
I’d forgotten how unwittingly entertaining a young child can be.