Sunday 1 February 2015
First things first.
I am a creature of habit, as are the creatures who co-habit with us.
My early mornings are always the same.
5.00am: I listen to 30 mins of Steve Allen on LBC radio (Steve Allen slags-off bimbo celebs ad infinitum... occasionally very amusing).
5.30am: Get up, dress, go downstairs, open kitchen door to let Freddie fly upstairs.
5.30-5.40am: Make coffee whilst listening to bumps screams and shouts from the bedroom, as Freddie leaps onto Lady Magnon, demanding attention, water, and cat treats.
5.40-7.00am: Post blog, write blog, check Emails, reply to all Emails, read on-line newspaper. Freddie descends from bedroom.
7.00am: Extract cat claws from my knees whilst eating breakfast.
7,30am: Return to laptop and deal with whatever needs to be dealt with. Freddie becomes very annoying, so I kick him out.
8.10am: Try not to lose dogs on their first emptying walk of the day.
8.45am: Relax for a while before letting uber-impatient Freddie dash indoors again.
9.00am: Saw logs, split logs, wheelbarrow logs to house, unload logs, stack logs, light fires.
10.00am: Normal calmer life now continues. Freddie's disappeared; all is well with the world.