The sounds of sleep

Morning Clag

Imagine this, 4.30am, dawn chorus just starting (could there be a more sweeter sound to wake up too) and blissful silence dwelling over the entire household.

Hang on, how can that be, I have two Ferals, one of which wakes up at 3.30am in order to be fed. What the hell is going on. Yep you know me, mad dash crib-side, heart in my throat, only to be greeted by the most angelic sight on earth - a peaceful sleeping face surrounded by a halo of blonde curls. Awwwwww, there is nothing more special than standing there drinking in the loveliness.

So as you can see at least one Feral is still alive despite Chief Feral being AWOL at the moment (let me just check Little Feral, phew LF is A-OK too). So there we go, both Ferals survived the night with just Mummy Feral. Arent you proud of me. Only Thursday night and Friday night to go.

Also I'm pleased to bring you my latest confession. I confess to having been a good possum, eating correctly, drinking all my water and generally trying very, very hard. I hope you're happy with me Clag.

Well I might head off and begin my day, have a nice day Clag, I might talk to you later.

PS Sorry about losing my temper with you, I thought you had eaten my post.