What Would Big H Like For Breakfast?

Hello Again,

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So, once more, I sit here in the early hours of the morning, blogging, instead of getting a good night’s sleep.

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It is not my fault this time though….it is Big H’s.

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This is because he is so security conscious.

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He likes to have the house properly locked up at nights, so that is his job, and he is meticulous about doing it.

This is a pleasant change from his usual attitude to jobs that he is expected to do.

Unless they could involve playing computer games of course, but that would have to be on some other planet.

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His jobs usually include things like rubbish bins, fetching the Sunday papers, changing bulbs, putting up pictures or remembering to water his plant.

My job appears to be to keep reminding him to do his jobs……and then do it myself….to the accompaniement of aggrieved cries of  “I was just going to do that!”

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“Yea, right, of course you were!”

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Anyway, I digress once more.

So, what happened was, that the painters did two living room windows with gloss paint, late yesterday afternoon, before they went off home.

Leaving us with strict instructions to keep them open as late as we possibly could, only closing them when they had finally dried.

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Of course they were not dried by bedtime, so we had to leave them open.

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An hour and a half later, I was woken from a deep sleep, by Big H getting up because he had heard a suspicious noise.

And again a short time later.

And yet again.

He later woke me once more, as he returned to bed after sitting up in the cold, reading, because he was too hyper to settle down.

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I snuggled up, in order to warm him, until he finally went off to sleep.

I however, was by now so thoroughly awake that I just got up out of bed and began my Wednesday.

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It could be worse though.

I have had a couple of  Warburton’s Potato Pancakes, plus a really nice pot of tea, and soon the sky will begin to lighten and I will go out to feed t.he crows.

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This morning I am going to give then some lightly toasted crumpets with butter on.

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The last time I gave the birds fresh crumpets, they loved them.

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So does Big H.

He actually bought these ones for himself, so he will probably be pissed-off when he finds that they have eaten his intended breakfast.

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Serves him right after the bloody night I have just had!

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Have a good one yourself.

Jaksie x

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