I guess I should go to bed; it’s almost three in the
morning. My eyes are heavy and really painful. I shall chat when I wake and
hope to find you all in good fettle.
My Husband will be back late tomorrow night as will my teen.
I intend to work in the house all day, so apart from
chatting with you, it will be cleaning products for me.
My poor little Waggatail has been a bit on the nervice side
tonight/last night. With the fireworks outside. For the celebrations of Guy
Fawkes. Closer to the time I shall tell you about him. But every year on the 5th
of November, we are to celebrate his death I guess.
I suppose he was regarded as a terrorist of his times.
All I know is, the fireworks should be band and left to the professionals
to deal with. I always feel sorry for the hedgehogs who think they have found a
lovely bed in the collection of wood and other debris that has been collected
and piled for a bonfire.
Also the birds in the trees and cats. It’s been like living
in a war zone tonight here. Poor Waggatail was a wreck.
I just think as well, they should keep it for the fifth of
November. It’s like having Christmas day on the 1st of July. Oh I’m
sounding like a right grumpy pumpy, it’s my bed time. Where ever you are in the
world, sleep peacefully and dream productively but wake up fresh. X
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