saturday

Gawd im tired... last night the wife went out to dance (northern soul at the acorn).... anyway waited up till 2 in the morning for her return, fine. Seven oclock this morning im awoken by Harry steping on my head, i moan about this and he steps on my hair instead, hes hungry and is off to look for food. Sleep, harrys haveing trouble finding food, wife advises him on probable location of food. Hes downstairs in the kitchen im two inches away, not asleep anymore...... doze off again, till Harry puts a big jar of marbles from the bathroon on top step of the stairs, it overbalances, hundreds of marbles bounce down stairs along with smashing glass, then hoovering and sweeping up....i got up then obviosly outclassed.