It’s funny what we wake up with.
No, I don’t mean a dog or partner snoring in your ear or hogging all the covers.
I’m talking about the first sounds of the day.
When I was working, I woke up to the radio, and later a CD, so it was usually music. These days it’s the sound of nature, from rain on the roof to bird song.
Nine times out of ten there’s a song filtering through my head, even if I haven’t heard it recently. The other morning it was YMCA by Village People, this morning it was High and Low by A-Ha, and last week it was Blondie’s Sunday Girl in the middle of the week and Stevie Wonder’s I Just Called To Say I Love You.
I gave up long ago trying to work out why I randomly hear certain things in my head but living on a boat, the morning welcome is different every day.
We had a late night last night, not getting to bed until 1am.
Not that we were doing anything specific, just that we got chatting with the new people when we got back from our river trip and three hours went by.
Then it was suppertime, walking the dog and catching up on our blogs.
I had some major formatting problems with the second part of mine which Hubby rectified, and before we knew it, it was half past midnight.
Hubby was up at 6.30 as usual and decided to take Maggie out. Rain had been forecast for today, and he wanted to beat it.
I snuggled down under the duvet and dozed.
The pair of them got back, he put the water on to heat and settled down to blog.
Maggie curled up beside me and a short while later, I asked him what the time was.
He told me 10.30!
Luckily we have absolutely nothing on the agenda today, apart from collecting a prescription and a little bit of shopping, so there was no mad panic to get up and I’ve been able to take my time.
The rain has come, and will be with us for a few hours. Hopefully Maggie won’t bother us to go out. After her long walk to The Abbey yesterday, she should spend what’s left of the morning catching up on lost nap time.
Now the reason for this post.
Over the past few days, I’ve heard cheeping, and thought maybe we had new ducklings in our vicinity. Either that or it was the swallows who continue to poo bomb the boat, and Fred has been given a stern warning as he’s not doing his job.
Since we removed the hatch hat for the summer and disposed of it as it was all manky on the inside, Fred has been given a side perch just above the bow.
Obviously he is blind sided and as such is not keeping the little sods (beautiful and graceful as they are) away.