Yes, that wonderful hour of the morning when nothing sensible stirs.
This morning I rose at roughly that time to let out the hens. I fed the cats. I returned to my bed and slept for two more hours.
Tomorrow I will have to stay in the land of the living for the men to come and put together my potting bench.
For which I have no room, since buying the plastic storage box with the two right sides.
Watch this space.
(What space? If there's some space, I can put my potting bench in it!)
Ohhh Val. I love reading your little bloggie.
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ReplyDeleteSounds like you've literally become a 'Mother Hen' ;0)
ReplyDeleteLMAO Val! Sorry I missed this yesterday; trial prep all day at work (the NERVE expecting me to work and not read the blogs??)!
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