I’d love to say this isn’t a fairly typical story in the Clark household, but having spent years comparing, struggling, and trying to get a grip with life, I have succumbed to the hot mess that I am, and laugh. What’s the best thing for the soul? Laughter! So I thought I would share the events of just the past few hours with you.
It’s ‘bins out’ day today. Feeling extra tired last night, I thought I would go to bed early, and give myself a rare lie-in, by putting them out ready for the morning.
After a long soak in a hot bubble bath, I got into my fresh sheets and started to dose off. Only to be roused 30 minutes later by the rustling of rubbish bags outside.
Leaping out of bed and running to the window, I caught a fox scratching away at my refuse. I opened the window and hissed at it, only for the pest to lie down and gaze up at me, daringly.
To cut a very long story short, after a six hour stand off with said fox, and by now, too tired to sit by the window hissing and spitting, I lay wide awake in bed, with my keys in hand, clicking my car locked and unlocked whenever the rustling began. Determined not to give in, and go down and move the rubbish back into the wheely bins.
Having had less than 30 minutes sleep all night, I gave up early, and promised myself to make the most of the day, despite resembling some kind of zombie. I pulled my gym kit on, and car key still in hand, opened the front door, as I received this text.
Anyway, I am off to sell some personal alarms……