Frazzled

I went to bed just after 9pm last night, and didn't even watch any TV shows as I drifted off, so would definitely have been asleep by half-past. And after being so disciplined I, of course, had a terrible sleep.

I'm not sure what woke me up a couple of hours later, but I got up to get a drink, turned on a light, and the bulb blew not only itself, but the lighting fuse too. I decided I'd fix it in the morning, and went back to bed.

Just after midnight I was woken up again by banging on the back door, and when I got up in the dark to investigate that I saw Wallace crouching on the inside, growling away. Out the window I saw the neighbour's psycho cat repeatedly charging at the door. What the hell? I shut Wallace in a room and Charlie got up to throw water at the cat though probably missed because we were still walking around in the dark.

Then very early this morning Wallace decided it was his turn to lose the plot a little bit, which for him involves running the length of the apartment, and then crunching his teeth on anything he can find, including the plastic shades around the fairy lights above the bed headboard.

At least the sun is shining today.