Saturday, December 12, 2015

Please.


I'm sick of waking up to this.

To be honest I usually wake up in the dark, leap out of bed and run around the village before having a cup of tea. That's when the dream ends. At that point, if I have not bashed Eve on the head with my dreaming antics, I turn over and go back to sleep to the dulcet tones of Radio3. That's a classical radio station for those of you who don't have the pleasure. I'm so sick of bad news, I tend not to listen to it.

I meditate on my blog reader. Who ever they are :-)

3 comments:

Dave said...

Summer will return, I promise; well I'm sure it will where I live but I'm not so sure about where you hide, so don't plan for it. ;-)

gz said...

it does get a bit grim at times..but we have sun NOW!

A Heron's View said...

A cold, gentle grey day here and even the birds are feeding quietly.....