Deja vu

Henry got out again last night, about the same time as the night before-three in the morning. In the hour it took me to get him in I ended up wide awake so I made myself a cup of tea and went back to bed with my current book. This is 1Q84 by the Japanese author Murakami. It is as they say difficult to put down.

I got up again at 7 am to take TSM to work as it was pouring with rain, then went back to bed again a second time, with another cup of tea and my sense of déjà vu compounded.

Disrupted sleep always affects me during the day but I managed to get a few things done and had an hour long cuddle with Miss A who slept in my arms without a murmur.

Made more repairs to the cat fence. Hoping Henry won’t get out again tonight.

Met TSM after work. Fab date night in our favourite local bar. Then home for a glass or two of this stuff which a friend of mine bought me for my birthday last year. She lives in Brighton where this stuff is local legend. Read the story here