Counting Kisses.

Hi,

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Well, here I am once more, prowling about the house in the early hours.

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I did go to bed just after twelve, but then did the old thing of lying there wide-eyed as the hours passed slowly by.

Although it was at least snug and warm in bed, I had to leave it eventually because I kept yawning and making my eyes water, so that they needed wiping every five minutes….which then resulted in the usual problem of getting an eyelash in my eye….so I had to get up anyway.

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All of that old stuff about getting sleepy by counting sheep is pure crap, because I did that.

Well, more or less the same thing, because I started trying to remember everybody I have kissed, since my first young and very tentative crush.

He was very sweet, and we stood outside his back door for ages, gently pressing our closed lips together and being thrilled with the moment.

So innocent and so very nice.

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I also remembered the first time my friend and I went to a party and we all played that game where you go outside the room with somebody and kiss them.

The boy that I went with gave me my first french kiss and I was disgusted!

Yucky when you were not prepared for it, but it definitely gave us girls something to whisper and giggle about all week when we should have been doing schoolwork.

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Anyway, I tried counting kisses and then how many different sports cars I had been in, and which was the best one.

I still think that it was the old E-type Jag! In Red!

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Then I had to get up and finally ended up having to wash my eye out, because I had made it sore by trying to remove the eyelash with twisted-up toilet paper.

There is no end to the exciting things I get up to is there!

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The world out there is very dark tonight, with everyone’s house lights switched off, and nothing much is moving.

I did watch a really big black and white cat slowly strolling about enjoying the night.

He was walking along the pavement opposite before he caught an interesting scent and spent ages tracking it out onto the road and snuffling around following it.

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Once he was bored with that he became interested in something in a garden and stood for ages with his body halfway through the garden railings , just staring intently into the bushes, before once more slowly stalking off just like a tiny lion.

Obviously a fine predator in his own night world, seeking out all kinds of unsuspecting smaller prey, perhaps even seeing some quite strange things.

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As for me, I think that I might make myself some strong tea and consume the remaining piece of Brie cheese in the fridge, along with some nice hard oatmeal biscuits and a sliced tomato.

I have left the electric blanket on 3….that is safe even though Big H is asleep…so that if and when I finally feel ready to try and sleep I shall be nice and snuggly again.

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I hope that you did better, and that you managed to sleep easy.

J,x.

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