If a burglar HAD broken in I don't think I would've cared
I didn't think I was going to sleep very well last night as Fiance is away on a golfing trip. It was the first time I've stayed in the new flat by myself, and as it's on the ground floor (instead of the 1st floor like last flat) I was a bit jittery. I'm normally fine until it comes to the switching off of lights and locking of doors etc, but last night was Lost night as well so the creepy music and tension had me kind of nervous.
Thankfully, Coco had appointed herself my Official Guide and didn't leave my side from the moment I walked in the door, to the moment I went to bed. So my wee black shadow with the gammy leg was there to reassure me every step of the way (actually I think she was just hoping I would drop her a piece of cheese, but I like to think she sensed my unease and was looking after me)...
Anyway, as it turned out I slept like a log - I woke up this morning slap bang in the middle of our (king-size) bed, with my arms and legs spreadeagled like I was doing a charity skydive, and my face jammed into the pillow.
It was great! Fiance's back tonight :o(
Thankfully, Coco had appointed herself my Official Guide and didn't leave my side from the moment I walked in the door, to the moment I went to bed. So my wee black shadow with the gammy leg was there to reassure me every step of the way (actually I think she was just hoping I would drop her a piece of cheese, but I like to think she sensed my unease and was looking after me)...
Anyway, as it turned out I slept like a log - I woke up this morning slap bang in the middle of our (king-size) bed, with my arms and legs spreadeagled like I was doing a charity skydive, and my face jammed into the pillow.
It was great! Fiance's back tonight :o(
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