Dear Diary

Battery charged: check.

Camera set on “Dawn”, and on bedside table: check

Alarm set: check

7.00 am

Got up, but not happy; it was cold!  Donned dressing gown over winceyette; thrust feet into sheepskin slippers and made way to bathroom.

Took a few minutes to find key to unlock sash windows and then found that due to a slight miscalculation as to which direction bathroom window faces, I had to perch uncomfortably on the window frame and lean out.

Waved nonchalantly to next door neighbour’s daughter and husband who were departing early to return to house on South Coast.

Took some photos.

Made cup of tea.

Went back to bathroom.

Took more photos.

Second cup of tea.

Eventually found the correct USB cable to connect camera to PC and voila; what a load of rubbish!

A couple were sort of in focus and not too dreadful, but I felt the weather did not entirely co-operate. Will try again.

9.30am. Neighbour phoned to ask what the heck was going on.

7.00pm.

I’m feeling rather tired!

28 thoughts on “Dear Diary”

  1. May I assume that the period between 9:30am and 7:00pm was spent in the local A&E being treated for the trauma received when you fell out of the bathroom window? 😕

  2. Ah, well, this was a distinct possibility but no, Bearsy. It more more to do with explaining to the local constabulary why I was spying on my neighbours.

    They let me go, in the end, but only when I explained what I was actually doing. My solicitor was not amused; he doesn’t get up too early either, but he was luckily jogging past when he saw the squad car. 😉

  3. Tee hee! – you have the makings of an excellent sitcom, here. 😆
    Who will you choose to play you in the Hollywood version?

  4. Sheona.

    I can honestly say it was worth it! 😉

    But only because CWJ was not completely dismissive of my efforts and the immense personal sacrifices I made today!

  5. Thank you, Furry One. 🙂

    I’ve just read your comment on t’other post. I hope all is well, but I won’t ask any more questions.

  6. After the winceyette dream, if you do tomorrow morning in flanelette I shall be a shuddering wreck. 🙂

    OZ

  7. Er, well I’m thinking, OZ, but I’m feeling much too tired to deal with it at the moment. It was such an early start and….. zzzzzz 🙂

  8. Well!! No mention of the 6.00 am torch-bearing bilby struggling through undergrowth in hazardous wooded regions.

    Sob! 😦

  9. Bilby – Your sister is a bit of a wuss, truth be told. I presume you were out there lookng for ETHEL. Remember her?

    OZ

  10. OZ, dear Wolf

    There’s no point in looking for Ethel in the woods. I know where she is and she’s very happy!! 😀

  11. Indeed, she could be there, OZ; it’s definitely Eff territory. I try not to think about it too much as in “here be dragons” or “did a broomstick just swoosh past”. Best left alone I feel. It could, of course, be your territory too, considering the lack of hairy hoofed things … or even wabbits.

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