You’ll probably be familiar with that sudden jolting feeling and rush of blood to the head that happens when you wake up at ten to eight on a school morning having successfully circumnavigated the alarm by forgetting to set the bloody thing in the first place.
Uurghhhhh this was one of those mornings!
“Quick, we’ve slept in” I shrieked as I fell out of bed completely tangled in the duvet, quilt and patchwork combo that saves me from freezing to death during the night up here on Walton’s Mountain. I could hear Idgy thundering downstairs to catch the end of Pokemon and her morning fix of crappy TV that is a must to set her up for the day. Yes we have a very healthy and sensible start to our days here. I’m sure every parenting book and mag under the sun will say that crap TV at the breakfast table is the route to all evil, but for us it works as a background to the usual morning mayhem in the kitchen.
There is less mayhem now of course as animal wise there are only the two boys to feed, Berti and Harry. Berti wins on the vocal steaks as his rasping cry could strip the paint off the walls. Harry uses stealth and torture to get your attention and point you less than gently in the way of the fridge.
We are both well versed at sidestepping the animals and each other in the mornings. Watching out for those tell tale signs of grouchiness and just plain old tiredness that befall even the best of us in the hours before daylight hits the sky. There is something about Scottish mornings in the winter when you feel all mole-like with the darkness and even the nicest person just can’t raise a smile in that dim and grey murk that passes for dawn.
I rush about whipping up an interesting combination on the sandwich front. This morning it’s ham with carrot and lettuce. We’re out of the favourite cucumber, so grated carrot is the stand in. Actually we are out of just about everything so I will have to hit the shops this morning and replenish the empty white cave that passes for a fridge.
Cereal slurping, toast burning, Pokemon gibbering, Berti rasping, Harry dooking (a funny chirping (like a 1970s trim phone) noise that ferrets make), me swearing and Idgy laughing at the telly.
Just your average, panic stricken we’ve-slept-in normal morning here in our little corner of the world.
Hope yours is a bit calmer this morning…….