Romance Is Still Alive And Well.
Hi,
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Once again I am up, in a dark world, at a really early hour.
We did not go to bed until 2.30am because we were watching a programme on Paganini, that we recorded recently, and did not realize how late it was.
At 5.30 am I woke up again and that was it!
I can never see any point in just lying there, eyes wide open, waiting for time to pass, so after a while I just get up and write, paint or do a blog.
After having a big pot of tea and my Warburton’s of course….always being careful not to drop either!
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I expect that waking early is an age thing.
Perhaps you suddenly become more aware of your own mortality and time becomes more precious, so you do not want to waste any.
Or perhaps I am just turning into Mrs. Thatcher.
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Big H has no problems sleeping. He never did.
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I remember when we first got married and we both worked.
I would get up when the alarm clock rang, and then I would wake him up once I was dressed and going to make us some breakfast.
When I was sure he was awake, I would talk to him, and get appropriate and perfectly sensible replies.
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When the breakfast was ready, there would be no Big H, and no reply to my call.
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That would be because he was still lying in bed fast asleep.
Rudely awakened once more, he would have no recollection of being awake a short time earlier, or of our conversation.
Weird!
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In actual fact it is nice being awake during the night, because it is a wonderful time to get totally lost in something with absolutely no kind of distraction, but I do miss my dog then.
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It used to be so nice to come downstairs and be greeted by him getting back out of his basket and coming to lie beside me.
I would give him a good stroke and he would lick my hand and put his head on my knee and gaze up at me.
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I still feel sad when I think of it.
I still miss him suddenly, at strange times, but I don’t think that I hear him in the house anymore.
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There was a lovely surprise yesterday when a florist’s box arrived for me.
I could not think who had sent it, I even thought it might have been a mistake, because it was not my birthday or any kind of occasion.
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It turned out to be a bunch of red roses from Big H.
With a card.
It said ‘ I still want you to be my Valentine’
Ahhh. No sign of a 42 year itch then!
I told you he is way more romantic than me.
He got a HUGE kiss.
I think that I shall keep him!
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Although it is still dark outside I am beginning to hear the birds waking up.
Unlike Big H.
Still, nobody’s perfect, although he got quite close to it yesterday!
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Have a fine one.
Jaksie.
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