… around the bedroom this morning.
And not by Percy Penguin (who doesn’t feature in these pages half as often as she deserves) either, but by a blasted hornet.
And at 07:3 too. Does it have no respect?
Yes, the blasted thing found its way in all right, but could it heck find its way out. And so it decided to awaken me. And by a few of the things that I said to it, you’ll understand the definition of “a rude awakening”.
So having had an early start, I was able to have a good crack at things in here and be out in the garden as early as 11:15. That’s not something that happens every day either.
I managed a really good day in there too and accomplished quite a lot. I even managed to have a little shower too – and it would have been a big one had the water not run out – Brain of Britain having forgotten to fill it the last time.
So a nice, reasonably-clean me headed off to the Anglo-French group.
Back here though, my blog host is down for maintenance. So you age going to have to wait until tomorrow to read this rubbish, aren’t you?
