Mornings, what are they! I try to ignore them. I've heard most dogs are up at the crack of dawn wanting a wee and breakfast. Fools, I say. I do move from the bedroom to the lounge, in my own time of course and we check on the chickens. But mornings are for lazing and dreaming.
Mornings are so so cold, the world hasn't warmed up, well not in Yorkshire anyway. Any chance of snuggling into something and getting comfy. My Susan and My Windy are sports and leave me. I'm not rude though, visitors and leavers get the usual warm fuss.
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