Wide Awake

Hubby had a bad night last night, which resulted in him getting up and dressed in the early hours to make a cup of tea whilst I (and the dog) snuggled down under the duvet, having checked that he was OK. If he wanted to talk about it, then I was there for him.

Disturbing and confusing dreams are plaguing us both, some we can remember, some we can’t, some based on the past, and some things we’d never normally, well, dream of.

He came back to bed at 6.30, just as I was surfacing from my own land of Nodd having dreamt about third party properties and giant pizzas.
I got out, and pushed him into the warmth of the space I’d vacated.
He said ‘Thanks, Love,’ rolled over and was soon snoring gently.

I got dressed to take Maggie out for her first wee.
It was a beautiful morning, a bit on the chilly side so I needed a coat, but clear and fresh.

We walked down the Avenue and I met up with three other dog owners, 2 with black labradors, and one with mixed heritage. All four of our mutts did their deed in various spots in the freshly cut grass in the cut through, then after clearing up and depositing the spoils in the appropriate bin, we all went off in different directions.

Trees are in blossom en route, and I must take the camera next time before it all disappears and the pavements are covered in pink dandruff. Even the alien spaceship tree is in colour, and yesterday when the three of us did the route together, Hubby and I wondered how difficult it was for the home owner to keep it in shape.

good morningI’m not normally a morning person, not being very nice to know until I’ve had my first cuppa (breakfast is optional).
But these past couple of weeks I’ve been awake pretty early to such an extent that I want to get up and out with the dog to enjoy a quiet start to the day.
I suppose part of it is because we’ve been having such glorious weather and Nature’s dawn chorus beats any alarm clock. Most though is because Hubby has been having a lot of pain again lately, so long walks for him are unlikely, whereas I’m happy to do it two or three times a day if we have nothing planned (showers and laundry today).

The new trainers are great, no problems, and I guess I’ve already covered about seven miles.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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