It’s midnight. I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep for being amused. So I’m writing this.
We were all snuggled up in bed. Comfortable. Shoulder comfortable. Wrist comfortable. Mind comfortable. Feeling heavy. Relaxed. Dozing off. Hearing aids on the bedside table. Without them I am severely deaf.
Suddenly a shout from Mr Furlong. I didn’t hear. So I yank the covers off my head and half sit up.
“What? “ I ask.
“Brake! Brake!” he yells. “You’re letting the car roll back!
So now I can’t sleep so I’m writing this instead and laughing.