I'm the only person awake. Zerlina needed a nap but the bedroom where her cot is is a bit cold, so Weeza is cuddling her down here. A slumbering baby sent Weeza to sleep. The Sage is napping in the armchair. Tilly is snoring gently in another armchair.
Dave, you should come and join them. Sleep is almost impossible to resist.
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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
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I couldn't possibly get off this sofa - the weight of the newspaper is bearing me down.
Lily has put in a request for an armchair after reading this.
Just so long as you relax, Dave. Dave?
ssh, everyone, Dave's dropped off. To sleep, not off the sofa.
Tilly has her own sofa, but has rights over all other chairs.
I think there are lots of sleepy days before the buzz of Spring breathes new life into us all :)
Well, if you don't feel the need to sleep I hope it means your migraine has gone.
You're right, soon we will be full of vigour.
Thanks, Sandy, it faded away mid-afternoon and hasn't come back.
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