You're up bright and early as usual, for that internal clock of yours, which has been in training these last umpteen years, simply refuses to recognise the holiday season, and why should it? Have you ever sent your clock away for a refit or clocked-off its workings, for a specific period? Well then, don't be surprised if your clock refuses to wind-down of its own accord, because just like you, it cannot!
What's more, it's early-morning tea time and the dog needs a drink of water, possibly even a dash outside to chase away the rabbits or moles, who are making their presence felt, on the green turf beneath the bedroom window.
And another thing, the birds are calling out to one-another, the sun is rising up behind the apple trees and the best of the day is always first thing in the morning, isn't it?
So now you're awake, unless you really are a night owl and you've stuffed your head beneath the pillows again and....!
Ok ok! let sleeping dogs lie, if you really must, whilst the rest of us have our mugs of scalding hot tea, and get back to that book we're presently reading, and enjoy a special synergised morning session, as we keep an eye on that sun rise, just to ensure it knows what to do, or snatching a few extra minutes of peace and quiet before breakfast time; before the newspapers arrive or we're forced to motor down to the nearest newsagent, for our Sunday news-fix!
Well, the news and storylines will consume most of the day, along with the Glossies, gardening and finance sections; walk Alice, mow the grass or wash the car......hey, are we not on holiday?
So, back to the Glossies once more, then a glass of something cold, a red wine perhaps, before lunch, and then a brisk walk, with Alice of course, then back home for afternoon tea - phew another busy day of holiday activities; certainly no time for wool gathering.
Hey, somebody, bring in more logs for the fire, before we have a freezing evening to look forward to. Wot, none ready to be brought in... well, the saw's outside, so get going and prepare firewood for the evening. What a lark, the dear SO has just handed me the saw and suggests I warm-up by cutting the logs myself!!! What fun?
So long folks, that's all for now, I'm off for a lesson in log sawing; another holiday lesson I'm getting the knack of!
Daisy
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