Nighttime Treats

Me: Good morning. You’re all looking a little tired.

Nell: Were you wandering around the house last night?

Me: Not really. I had an idea for a story and it wouldn’t leave me alone so I had to get up and write it down so that it did.

Nell: What about the coming into the living room and waking us up part?

Me: I had to check on you.

Nell: No, you didn’t. David and I were perfectly happy until you suddenly appeared in your pyjamas.

Me: I couldn’t go back to sleep until I knew you were safe.

Nell: Safe?

Me: I know what I mean.

Nell: Well, don’t do it again because once David is awake he gets terribly hungry and it’s ages until his breakfast.

Me: Poor darling Big Brave Beautiful Boy.

Nell: Never mind him. You should try listening to the sound of a large Labrador’s rumbling tummy.

Me: Oh dear.

Nell: Anyway, we’ve discussed it at Morning Thoughts and the only answer is Nighttime Treats.

Me: Nighttime Treats?

Nell: Yes. They can be placed securely, but conveniently, in a box, or hamper, that can be easily accessed in Desperate Times.

Me: Desperate Times?

Nell: You’re doing that repeating thing again.

Me; Last night was not a Desperate Time.

Nell: Easy for you to say. You went back to sleep after waking us up. You didn’t languish in misery almost fainting with hunger.

Me: What a load of rubbish. You were fast asleep when I came downstairs just now.

Nell: Of course we were. Poppy took pity on us and made everyone scrambled eggs on toast with crispy bacon on the side.

Me: What did the non bacon eaters have with their eggs?

Nell: Smoked salmon, or grilled tomatoes. That’s not the point.

Me: No. Sorry.

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