I can feel a moan coming on – yes, again. Surely you must be getting used to it by now.

This was on the wall in the hospital and I couldn’t help but look at it. I mean, what else was I suppose to do? Son did not want me with him when he went into see the Consultant; he's 17 and not a baby, you know? I did spend part of the time reading old copies of People's Friend. I can remember my Nan having that magazine delivered each week – she used to knit all the jumpers and cardigans that they published. Looking through it, it hadn’t changed one bit and I enjoyed a few minutes of nostalgia.


So, as I was saying.....



Choo Choo? CHOO CHOO! It’s a train for goodness sakes. Yes I know they were trying (badly) to explain the ‘ch’ sound but why couldn’t they have chosen a picture of a church or a chicken? Choo choo sounds like something you’d call a Pekinese dog or a Siamese cat.

When my kids were growing up it always grated if I heard someone tell them to look at the ‘quack quacks’, the ‘moo cow’ or even worse, the ‘horsey’. What’s wrong with teaching them the right word to start with?

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And whilst I’m on a roll I think I’ll have a moan about the cat, who did her very best to keep me awake for the best part of the night.

It started off with her deciding that we hadn’t made the bed to her exacting standards, so she put her heart and soul into correcting our oversight. Unfortunately we were in the bed at the time and her clawing continuously at the covers did nothing towards endearing her to Himself. Of course she was sat on top of him at the time, so I don’t suppose that help matters.

After being shoved off the bed she started to rearrange the sock drawer. She has very high standards when it comes to socks and I think she demands that they are paired. Which is a bit of a bugger because I’m bloody sure that I’ve got better things to do than pair socks up. With that in mind she decided that they all needed to be removed.

I got up and shoved her out of the room, closing the door. She wasn’t very impressed with that and she wasn’t afraid of voicing her opinion on the matter. Very loudly in fact.

In the end I got up and chased her down stairs. It was easier to just open a tin of tuna and sneak away when she wasn’t looking. Peace reigned for the rest of the night.

She has the same problem as my dad – they both sleep during the day and then wonder why they can’t sleep at night.

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And as we’ve had sunrise, it seems fitting that we also have sunset.