The Last Furlong

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Again, I had a night from bloggerland. I see many blogs are written in a state of sleeplessness. The first two of my favourites this morning were produced while I was thrashing about in the bedclothes. I didn’t blog. I was so desperate to sleep, no other thoughts were present to share.

My restlessness is not fair on Mr Furlong, and currently we have a guest in our guest room, so knowing how uncomfortable the lounge sofa is, having tried it last night, I made a bed for myself on the floor with a mattress made from all the stored bedding from the linen cupboard. I did eventually sleep.

I think a medieval straw or cleavers bed might have been more comfortable.

This morning, the thing that has cheered me up, is the bacon Mr Furlong buys for our larder. It is finely sliced, fatty and crisps to a turn in the pan. Mr Furlong’s bacon is much nicer than the thick, depressed charred stuff we recently ate at a hotel that obviously knows nothing about bacon. Our bacon is tops.

It’s just the thing to cheer a weary soul in the morning.


Author: thelastfurlong

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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