For some unknown reason I have been awake since about 2am, my mind full of Smokie’s ‘I’ll Meet You at Midnight’ from 1976.
I hate that.
Not the song, it was one of my favourites from that year, but being awake when I know damn well I should be in the land of nod and unable to return there.
After our trip to MOH yesterday, I was tired when we went to bed so should have slept like a log. It wasn’t even that cold, despite temperatures due to drop to minus 2.
Maggie was shivering, but that wasn’t what woke me.
Hubby was snuffling in his sleep, and it wasn’t that either.
I sat up, and in the darkness, could just make out the shape of Maggie’s head as she looked at me, but she soon settled again.
At 3.15, Hubby realised I was awake, and asked if I wanted to get out of bed.
I got up, and still restless decided to get dressed. Maggie was now standing poised by the door, so I took her for a walk.
Obviously the marina was quiet, save for the distant whooshing noise of the traffic from the M5 which we can hear in the silence or when the wind is in a certain direction.
It was surprisingly mild, and Maggie was off like a shot down the dog walk.
I knew what that meant.
Somewhere in the bushes she would have been sick.
The marina is quite well lit at night, though obviously for finding ‘the business’ I need a torch. The boats up on their stands looked like a set of uneven teeth in the half light.
These photos were taken in November when they were emptying the basin for work due to commence in December.
The place was deserted as everyone else was comfortably tucked up in bed, but Hubby had made a cuppa by the time I got back at 4, so we had breakfast. He too had been unable to get back to sleep so had got up and dressed. He took Maggie out at 5.30 and put the laundry in (that’ll confuse The Lady in Red and scupper her plans lol).
I was out again at 6.00 as Maggie seemed desperate to go, so I walked her round the Avenue. By the time I got back, the washing had finished so I put it in the dryer.
It was chillier now, but still no sign of any frost or thankfully, rain.
Back at the boat, within ten minutes Hubby needed the loo, and five minutes after he left, her ladyship wanted to go out AGAIN! I was getting really cheesed off now as she only did a wee the previous time. This time she did NOTHING, so we’ve had a little debate (which she lost) and she is now curled up on her blanket in the corner. She can’t help feeling poorly, and we’ve put a scrambled egg down to help settle her tummy. Sadly she hasn’t touched it yet.