Caffine kicks and Cyber flicks

Yah know the good thing about burning the candle at both ends, you pretty soon learn how to do it without burning your fingers…( Neat trick ) ….I lay awake the whole night again, just me and my rabbit waiting out the hours, listening to howling winds , lashing rain up the windows, until the very first lines of azure blue break through the darkness, Rabbits you know are remarkable watch dogs, firstly as you are aware they have the ears for it lol, Secondly when they hear any strange noises or something different ,they thump the earth in their tunnel to warn fellow bunnies, ( well Cinnamon being in his bedroom that has a solid plastic flooring which when he thumps reverberate,s throughout my house, I swear the whole of the county hear it, the other good thing is bunnies are nocturnal, ( maybe I’m part bunny? 🐇)

Today even the morning light bought little relief, and so began the many treks to the kitchen to fill my trusty red kettle , then for the waiting for it to boil begins, it’s a sly devil (I tell you it actually hates me, no it does !!! ) if I stand there waiting for it to boil and need a bathroom visit badly , that thing sits there grining taking forever, yet if I put it on and walk away( even for a second) it’s done and goes cold, it’s a conspiracy I know it, through out my night time vigil I watched half of britbox varied selection, starting with my favourite, cops whose name I never can spell let alone pronounce, (but here goes, don’t say I don’t do anything for you, Delziel and Pascoe) the episode we selected, I think was ripe for a drinking game, nearly every line had the word Ball,s!!!!!!! in it, ( just glad I wasn’t drinking coffee for every mention, one more and my poor red kettle would blow a blooming fuse , and two I know my ceiling needs a good paint without me needing peeling from it, ( but it made me chuckle along and I forget my troubles a wee while.

Midsummer Murders, White queen, Shetland followed in quick succession as did more coffee, in the end even Cinnamon began giving me the evil eye, the light went off and on that frequently ,think my neighbours must have thought between that and the constant drift of smoke from the log burner I was trying to communicate with either Morse code or smoke signal, I placated an irate cinnamon with a slice of Apple and some spinach before going back to my room, Jesse still asleeping soundly in phone land never disturbed thank goodness.

I gave up at 6 am, trying to catch any Zs, they were more elusive throughout the night, than flowers from an ex, ..so I got up, showered, the caffine by now verily sloshing away in my veins, and at six thirty I’m giving my 70 year old neighbour a very loud rendition not so true version of Relax by Frankie ….I swear my bodies only just realised I’ve stopped swaying to my poor execution of said song and ceased its jiggling, (if their was any huge numbers on the Richter scale, I do humbly apologize to all,

I dressed in clean fleecy pjs, retrieved my bin that had broken free and taken itself off for a morning stroll in the breeze, (I say breeze lightly like we do here, it’s actually more of an angry gale out there,) I just got in the door when the heavens opened and rain beat the windows mercilessly ,(quite like a Madame whiplash cracking her whip joyfully), it sounds almost like a dull roar upon the conservatory roof, but I always enjoy that sound, it’s strange but as loud as it is, it hush,s my over sensitive nerves and I then go about cleaning my kitchen molified , calm,. kettle quietly bubbly, washing machine fills, and cinnamon munches on dried herbs, I sigh to myself knowing , I survived intruders, fevers, galloping diarrhea , my minds best endeavors to un_nerve me and another sleepless night,, I celebrate with yet another large coffee and another hour of the bountiful Britbox !!!!!!.

While out on the kitchen , I saw two eggs that I had been meaning to eat all last week and didn’t quite fancy!!!, ( I still don’t !!!!) .hating waste I scramble the eggs via my matching red microwave to give to the birds, Yes you can stop looking horrified, sweet cute little birdies really are raving cannibals, their cuteness just hides their true inner selves, .I add to this a selection of fruit, bread, seed, lettuce, and they are having a better diet than most humans, …I go out into the howling wind just to feed my starving feathered friends, (she has the morning food boys, news loudly hits the air as soon as I walk out the door , from the large tree a few doors down, And they flock to gather, quite literally sorting out their pecking order as I fill their feeders , I feel I’m being supervised now! ( and I wonder am I doing this correctly as they stare on, or are they sizing me up 😬

It’s only as I’m filling the feeders , that I realise mud is begining to sqelch freezingly up between my once showered toes, ( yet again I walked out in my normal bare foot, fashion ,( oh well), …. After rolling up my pj bottoms and showering mucky feet, I lay watching my birds feast, the early March sun breaking through to warm my room, my peace , only finally disturbed by the Amazon driver who now has become so familiar, I’m thinking of asking him to give me away when myself and Jesse marry, …he smiles hands me my parcel, and that my dears is the extent of my peopling for a Friday , ( today’s delivery another huge sod off padlock and hasp and staple for securing my shed( it’s only full of half dead boxes, but their my boxes so there!!!!) it’s a tiny little box compared to the huge thing I was given monday, That box being nearly as big as this bedroom, ( it’s contents my latest addition,s to my knickers collection, (yeah I know , sighs, just can’t help myself, ….But( no pun intended) on reflection i,m now wondering should I actually feel insulted,???? (what is Amazon saying about the size of my drawers, ? No do not answer that on a postcard !!!!, …..stay safe my friends and be careful out there xx