Sunday, 10 June 2012
In the Annexe
Now I willingly gave up my bed for my parents and as Louis has been staying at his dad's house I planned to sleep in his bunk bed. It was a idea that filled me with a touch of excitement. I'd always wanted a high level bed when I was younger. Claudine Wakeman-Reynolds, if you ever read this, your one with its desk underneath totally rocked! It seemed like an ideal opportunity to experience something I'd missed out on in my youth. But after the first night I aborted thanks to the vagaries of the ageing bladder. Nocturnal toilet trips down a narrow vertical ladder aren't a piece of cake for a forty seven year old with a dodgy knee. Not only that, the oldies seemed to be making the same expedition on an hourly basis. And then having a chat afterwards!
Nothing for it but to decamp. Okay here I'm pretending to slumber as otherwise I wouldn't have been able to take the shot. Hence the furrowed brow of concentration. But during the night I've been out like a light and slept right through in my cosy, toilet accessible bedroom on the driveway!