How unusual. I went to skydrive and tried to look at one of my poems there and could not, so I checked all my documents there, to no avail. I was under the impression skydrive was a storage facility I could access at will. All very frustrating.
I gave Wendell some raw beef bones two days ago, which he enjoyed tremendously. With his strong jaws he managed to grind down quite a bit of the bone and yesterday he was in a state of constipation. He waddled about the place like a duck ready to lay her eggs and only managed to get rid of a few hard white pellets. On our walk this morning, we had a huge result and I have never been happier to poop scoop.
My scrambled eggs on toast, this morning have greatly improved my mood. Funny how a perfect meal can do that. I am making devilled kidneys with wild rice tonight because it is one of Terry’s favourites and is also very cheap to make.
It is 9.00am and Terry is still snuggled up in bed. I have been up for over four and a half hours already. Tell me, is it usually the male of our species that needs more sleep? I always had trouble rousing my sons when they lived at home and even resorted to a bucket of water on one memorable occasion.
Right then, I am off to get sleeping beauty up, with a nice, hot cup of coffee and failing that………..