butterflyuk

For years I went to bed late around 2 AM and got up at 6.30 AM. I thought I managed fine but people were disapproving. Lately I have been trying to get to bed early and getting up a little later as I don't have to rush around to three offices which I used to after seeing to the breakfast and a bit of cooking to save time in the evening. Since then though Instead of feeling better I was feeling worse. Instead of getting rid of the effect of lack of sleep I ended up with an eye infection, which still hasn't gone completely.

The other morning I got up early as I knew I didn't want to be late for an appointment. After sorting out the sickie and the house and the office I took the dog out. I love to feed the ducks in the pond at the back so it serves two purpose. The dog isn't too keen on the ducks being fed as she thinks throwing bread towards the duck constitutes a play as in throwing the ball. Her argument leans toward jelousy that she should be the only one I play with. As soon as I pick up the bag with broken up bread and head towards the pond she starts to test her tonsils. Normally She is a very gentle, loving and quiet dog but first thing in the morning at the pond she puts the late night pubs in Doncaster to shame with the noise that measures of 240 decibel sound pressure pitching at 40,000 Hz. If I don't take the bread then she is good as gold. Luckily the flats around the ponds have elderly residents so most of them perhaps don't hear her shouting.

To put myself in a good mood for the meeting I decided to feed the ducks. Even the ducks know the black hairy noise machine so despite all the threatening barking they come in our direction for food.

Eyes are tired so continue this later.