Saturday, October 22, 2011

On hearing the first fieldfares of Autumn

It's been a long week and I found myself waking up at twenty to ten. The Small Object of Desire was already awake, which was even more unusual.


"Hello you. Do you want me to make you a nice cup of tea?"

She said, snuggling up to me.

"Yes please," I replied.

"This is the bit where I usually go back to sleep, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes."

"It's good to be predictable."

An hour later, I'm fighting the urge to put the kettle on.

5 comments:

Scarlet Blue said...

I think you should purchase a Goblin Teas Made.
Sx

libby said...

Never fight the urge.....

Kevin Musgrove said...

Scarlet: we wouldn't dare, the innuendo would keep us giggling for days.

Libby: ordinarily I wouldn't, there was a principal at stake and we're both a bit bloody-minded

Happy Frog and I said...

That is exactly the discussion that occurs in my household on a Saturday morning. x

Suze said...

Oh, this was so lovely.