No Rest For The Wicked

There i was this morning out in the sun having a lovely early siesta after a night of heavy duty nuisance making when up he starts.

Out comes that noisy machine that eats grass faster then any flock of birds can. On go his boots and I thought. "That's it no more sleep for me"

"Oi" I shouted across the lawn to him. "Can't you do that some other time? I'm just ready for a nap in the sun and you're about to make enough noise to wake the deaf"

"Oh sorry Casper got to be done. Can't have you getting wet bellies when it rains can we?"

Well to be honest a wet belly is no great hardship. It simply means when we come in we get wrapped in the warm fluffy towel and dried off. I tried to reason this with him, but you know what two legs are like. Not a chance they will listen to you.

I wandered indoors intent to at least get some sleep on the duvet provided Max wasn't still deep inside it. I just got settled in a comfy patch with the sun streaming through the window onto me when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Yes she was coming up. And she had the machine with her that sucks everything off the floor.

"Sorry Casper hoovering has to be done. Anyway you should be out in the garden enjoying the sun."

"Yes I know but he's out there cutting everything that moves. No chance to sleep out there!"

"Go and join your Dad he's out there cutting the grass."

"I just told you that! I want to sleep that's all. Let me be or tell me where no-one will be so I can go there"

"Go and find your brothers they are sleeping somewhere. Tell them to get up and enjoy the good weather while it lasts"

I've given up on sleep for today.