Sat -err-day

What a night! Honey was fast asleep on my bed when I went up. She was right in the middle of the bed! She grumbled like mad when I told her to move. Just whose bed is it anyway? I got her to shift over but her feet were still ominously pointing my way! I should have known it was coming; she had an active dream and soft woofs became louder and the legs and feet started twitching, digging me in the back! I woke her up (how cruel!) and tried to get her to move again (more grumbles). I did try rolling over to move away from her but found myself clinging to the edge of the mattress. This was the final straw. I sat up, woke her up and ordered her to move. She finally stood up and reluctantly moved, going round in circles a few times before settling on a position a bit further down the bed. Finally back to sleep until the postman woke me with a big 'thump' delivering a magazine through the letter box. Postman? 8.30 am? On a Saturday? How come? Every other day of the week we don't see one until about 11 or even as late as 4 some days. But a quiet Saturday and he's up and about early-ish. I decided it was too late to think about dozing off again but I felt tired from a disturbed night.
I got up and headed downstairs after sorting my dirty clothes into whites and non-whites. Hmm looks like 4 loads now :( oops! Probably only 3 loads worth but don't want a mixed load. I put the first load on and popped Jen's damp washing in the machine into the dryer, hanging up a few bits to air dry. My utility room is festooned with washing line so I can dry things indoors that can't be tumbled. It does make getting to the boiler or freezer a bit more difficult - think jungle vines hanging down to trap you :-) It doesn't trouble Honey and she sleeps away the hours curled up in a deep soft duvet under the boiler. Pampered? her? of course!
Time for some lunch now methinks. Bon appetit if you are about to eat yourself. xx