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Dear whoever is listening, Today has not started well.
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Dear whoever is listening, Today has not started well.
Wake up. Stupid cat. Too early. Check Opuss. Reply to awesome people who comment. Like and comment on awesome stuff. Get out bed. Stretch. Still no taller. Breakfast smoothie. SHUT UP CAT. Wash face.
Upside down dog, paws to the sky I will not scratch your tum. You wiggle and you wriggle And you poke me in the eye As you clamber on and over me.
("poor dad" a tear rolled down my cheek) I gently put the note in my pants pocket and walked back downstairs.
Blog attempt número 1. Not sure what language that is to be honest, Italian. French, I think. Either way, it sounds better than in English.
Kiss the wife and baby, Grab a flask of tea, Make sure you're out the door by 7:03 At the station you stand by the vending machine.
Oh God, What is that. Urgh, an alarm, Why did I set one of those. Urgh, roll over, roll over, Great.
It shouldn't be. He awoke And with that thought Went back to sleep again The dog however decided it was.
Running up the stairs, Rosie shouted "one sec mum, getting changed" these words basically meant, take out the bins your self.
Rosie climbed out of bed, rubbing her half closed eyes. She knew today would be a good one, she could just sense it.
He awoke in his bed, light streaks of sun poured In from his loosely closed shades.
I sat there, just staring out the window. I had gotten up specially for this, so I'd be prepared and wouldn't have to rush about in a panic. Well, the inevitable was soon to come, and the clock knew.
Sunday morning, the sun is shining in the kitchen, Lucy the cat is purring beside me. All is quiet, THEY are still asleep.
I love mornings. I love how peaceful and serene they are, when the air is crisp and cool and you can hear the background noise of birds chirping. Pigeons crooning. Chaffinches trilling.
Recipe for a perfect morning; 1. Roll out of bed and fashion a cape from your duvet. 2.
She knows it's breakfast time. She's been out all night hunting, chasing shadows and stalking small creatures. As the sun rises, she heads home because soon it will be breakfast time.
I open my eyes The world is barely dawning. How I hated Being early in the morning. Too tired to move, I fade back to sleep. Just for five minutes, But after twenty, still not a peep.
I lubricated my passionate side with the best part of a joint that lay in situe Atop a can of stale beer next to my bed.
Living in London, I use public transport nearly every day to get to where ever it is I need to be. The form of transport being bus/train/tram/tube.