Couldn’t you just crash out on this lovely, cosy, oh so sweet bed and snooze all day. Or is it just me and my croaky voice, coughing and wheezing? Maybe it is just me. And seriously if I could sew I would whip me up this divine doona in a moment.
I can picture me, in my stripe jammies and fluffy bed socks. Good book for those moments I dare to crack my eyes open. Hubby and a hot cup of tea climbing the ladder. The breeze rocking it back and forwards and shushing me to sleep just like my mummy used to do. Hot broccoli and bacon soup because it is all I can think of since Hubby made dinner last night, can I say genius..! Sigh. Perfection.
And not a lease or entry report or tenant or owner in sight. Did I say before, couldn’t you just imagine it? Sshhhh. Sleepy.
Suger 
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