....teenagers or a husband who doesn't quite realise he isn't one? I shall have to find some way to explain to him that when in ones 40's it isn't the done thing to go out until 2.30am and then return [quite noisily I might add.....yes, I know he doesn't agree but being inebriated mutes the ears I find] with a friend who can't manage to get home as it's so late!
Obviously he made no noise at all, stage whispering to find out if I was awake, then asking where the spare bedding was, the loft ladder being pulled down as it was up in the loft cupboards [usually I'm more prepared when having guests to stay and have fetched it out before 3am] quietly thumping across the loft, closing the loft door, pulling out the sofa bed in the lounge...so many squeaky springs on that!...deciding to make coffees, creeping up the stairs to bed and then flicking the main bedroom light on instead of turning off the landing light, finally dropping into bed and when i say dropping I mean dropping, I'm almost bounced out, then after 30 seconds silence snoring like a pneumatic drill!
and I wonder why I have a headache today...
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