The day started with the usual alarm going off at 6am. Owl brought me a cup of tea, we shared cuddles and chatted until finally we managed to drag ourselves out of bed at 7.30. After a breakfast of scrambled egg on toast we changed into our clothes for the day. He into his grey suit and white shirt with a tie covered in red telephone boxes. I wore a red dress with my red spangled shoes and a black and red hat.
Right on time at 9am our friends Candy and Petrol arrived with an alternative tie for Owl (mustang cars).
We all set off in a hurry to our destination. On our arrival Owl and I were ushered into one room whilst our friends went into another. Introductions made, paperwork completed it was time to get on with the business of the day.
Owl and I got married 🙂
After the ceremony and photos we had a drive through the countryside back to our home. Where we discovered not one but two deliveries of flowers. Skater joined the four of us for bucksfizz and chat. The post man very kindly shoved a handful of cards through our door. Our living room now resembles a florist and the scent is wonderful.Next we went off to our current favourite pub for lunch. We spent all afternoon chatting and laughing. Before heading back home for cake and more champagne.
It’s 1.30am and I am here on the sofa eating jumbo salted peanuts!
Because my sore throat was keeping me awake. The lump in my throat was so bad that it was making it impossible for me to sleep. I am surprised that my distress wasn’t disturbing Owl’s sleep. I am sure I was whimpering. My sleep problem was not down to my nasal passages being bunged up. It was the severe discomfort of the lump in my throat where one of my glands were still swollen. The other having receded since my last dose of medication.
So here I am on the sofa with a hot drink and peanuts!
Why on earth would I choose peanuts when my throat feels like I have a peanut securely lodged in it anyway.
Why peanuts ? because I desperately wanted chocolate. I find chocolate soothes a sore throat like nothing else can. But although it is only two days after Christmas and there are boxes of chocolate in the lounge and tins of chocolate sweets in the kitchen they are not for me.
Where I am sitting I can see the biggest box of Milk Tray I have ever seen but it has not been opened. I won’t open someone else’s choccy’s even though I know he wouldn’t have minded. Why don’t I eat my own chocolates? Because being diabetic I didn’t get any.
So here I am on the sofa with a hot drink and peanuts. Actually I am beginning to feel better than I was. Maybe that is the peanuts that I am crunching to death but more likely it is because I am sitting up rather than laying down.
So maybe I shall sit here for a while longer with my hot drink and peanuts and hope I can fall asleep.