Wednesday 8 April 2009

Wake up, the bird is up singing

The early bird catches the worm, but the even earlier cat caught the bird still snoozing. I opened my eyes when I felt Basil's skinny paws pattering on the mattress. I could have easily spend a couple of hours more in my bed with the Bob the Builder duvet. After sleeping in a bed for kids, I took a shower with showergel for men and compensated it with a miniskirt.

After many tiresome weeks I took a breath of fresh air and watched the ugly but ever adorable Dassies sunbathing on the rocks.

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