[m i a o w] the cat

Last night we dropped in at my mum and T’s house to say hi - I’d just had my hair cut off a few minutes down the road. On arrival, M got stuck into the bottle of red I’d bought him as a ‘thank-you’ for enduring the hellish drive to the hairdresser and wrangling of Small Z while I sat and was improved from my Trailer-Skank state. So, in the end, after my mum said they had a mattress we could stay on (as my nan is staying there too, and there is a bed shortage) we decided to sleep the night - Small Z had already crashed, and the idea of waking her, stuffing her in the car and driving for an hour, was too much to contemplate.

In retrospect it would have been BLISSFUL. I failed to realise that when my mother said ’spare mattress’ she actually meant to say “Something about the width of a piece of sliced bread and equally as comfortable.” ARGH! Z had her sheepskin, M had his red wine insulating him (and a helpful absence of hips to stick into the floor) and I had… Nothing. I just lay there and fed and changed Small Z when required throughout the night.

M had the front to wake up and tell me that he hadn’t slept a wink. I almost bit him on the face, but resisted manfully. I told him I didn’t know how that was possible as I’d lain there most of the night listening to him snore, with the soft tones of Taylors Shiraz drifting past me. We left secretly at around 8am, fleeing down the road, narrowly avoiding running out of diesel and leaving the petrol cap at the service station. You see? Lack of sleep does not do well with EXTRA LASHINGS of MORE lack of sleep.

Moral of the story? A slice of bread is NOT A MATTRESS.

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I think it’s a well established fact that men can sleep on anything, anywhere, anytime they so choose to do so.

I’ve had a few nights on matresses that are such that I was positive the floor would have been better to sleep on but was to exhausted to get up and move on down.

Karen typed this on Mar 13 08 at 6:34 am

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