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Tuesday, 30 March 2004 |
You know the feeling that you can't go to sleep because its too scary
to turn the light off-who knows what you might not see in the dark.
It's a little like that at the moment. I'm housesitting...it's getting
quite late and though there is a massive Scottish deerhound lying on
the bed I'm not quite convinced. He's a walking advertisement for the
puppy within- his brain is struggling to deal with the fact he's a
mammoth and there's nothing he can do about it. I've been acosted by
the pooch every morning, wanting to play, tumble about, eat my toes,
snuffle my armpits, pounce, slobber and general unsavoury licking.
Yuck. Then the damn moggies arrive too and I'm flinging them away and
the dog thinks GREAT, TOYS. So I have to break up the clinch and then
try to convince them all this doesn't mean it's time to wrestle.
I'm getting an itsybitsy idea of the sleeplessness of motherhood.
advertisement- Kohukohu Celtic Festival, 15th May! There will be
powhiri, market, workshops, a marauding horde (for the seabound mob,
weather permitting ) and the CEILIDH, a true example of a Hokianga
style hoedown.
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