Goodnight

I mearly always blog at the same time now. Goodnight blogging. Really I should blog about my day and other lemuures and what's going on in the world but I leave it so late that I don't have time to say much more than goodnightzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz because the tail and eyelids are all drooping and it's time to pad the paws to bed.

So .. again .. goodnightzzzzzzzz. Off to the land of dreamy dreams once I've drunk my tea.

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Jusr waiting for my tea to cool and then I'll be pottering the paws to bed again..

How sleepy am I. Tomorrow I'll be doing my new breathing exercises and the stretches and the meditation. It's all very slow cause of the pawly paw paws but, like the teas is very good for me.

Goodnight.

Good morning to you who've padded the paws to bed. I guess someone has to get there first and it's never me though tonight I'm going to be earlier than I thought I'd be but not as early as I hoped I'd be.

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Monday

I wonder how many people heard snoring in their dreams last night. I didn't remember my dreams or wake up having been lulled through the night by the sound of my snoring. It's strange how peoples snoring can keep other people awake yet the person snoring can be totally oblivious to it.

Uncle John was over yesterday .. he'd heard that Bertrand was interested in the composing so I had to say no he was interested in composting not composing. Someone had told him that Bertrand had got upset because he wanted to compose but only had two tins of potatoes to knock together to try and make a tune. I told him that he'd got upset because he wanted a compost heap and he couldn't find one in the suppermarket.

He's going to make his own to try and attract a bodger for his birthday as they're interested in composting too.

Uncle John said he would try and knit a badger for Bertrand's birthday. He was going to make a glove puppet out of one of his socks but he'd try this instead and try to adapt a sock pattern into one for a badger.

We had a mug of tea and chatted for a while. I still haven't got him any aniseeds but gave him a liquorice teabag to take home. He;ll have a mug of it tonight and then save his teabag in the fridge for tomorrow morning to sweeten his breakfast cuppa.

Sunday

Have popped in to say goodzzzzzznights. I've been a sleepy lemuure so'm looking forward to pottering the paws to the land of dreamy dreams. Someone asked me what do I dream about after reading about my dreams. I don't know I had to say because I don't remember my dreams but I've been told that I'm quite noisy laughing and a snoring. Both at the same time? I didn't think to ask. I wonder if you know you're snoring when you dream.

Imagine dreamung that ur flying through space exploring the stars and suddenly you hear this noise ............

Would you think it's the music of the galaxies or a planet whizzing past ur left ear hole. Or would you think My God so Mars is inhabited.

I don't remember my dreamies so I'll never know. Though that isn't quite true I do remember one here and there. So far I don't remember any snores.

I was going to write about something completely different but nevermind. It's time to finish the tea and pad the paws to bed/

A trip to the suppermarket

Wot a day .. taking young Bertrand out on the town. We were a pottering through the suppermarket when he spots some flowers and I notice his lower jaw start to quiver and the snout start to tremble.

A loud .. LOUD .. yell catches everyone's attention!!!

Lemuure .. he yells .. I want a compost heap.

Ssssshhhh I say .. we'll talk about it later.

It seems I've said the wrong thing cause the next thing I hear is COMPOST COMPOST COMPOST .. Lemuure .. COMPOST.

So, I think .. I'll have to try a different attitude with a bit more attitude.

Give the snout a paw huggie this instant. We'll talk compost later.

Compost COMPOST COMPOST.

I want compost.

You don't need any compost right now, I said

I might've known ... lol!!

I NEED COMPOST ... NOW.

It seemed like the suppermarket had come to a halt. No one was doing any shopping anymore. And you could see that they all loved little Bertrand and so could he.

The wail went up again.

I NEED COMPOST.

What was I to do? It's not like I carry compost round with me in my rucksack. No hope of a three week old carrot lying at the bottom of my bag. Maybe a three week old Mars bar but I knew he wouldn't be fooled.

I looked in the bag and there was an apple. I took it out and handed it to him saying "Compost."

His eyes just got bigger and bigger and he took it yelling compost.

I said to him what do you say and he said "Thankyou compost"

I thought I'd leave it at that though I wasn't too happy about what his mum would think next time she gave him an apple.

Then he said "I'll save a bit of my compost heap for the badgers" If you want a badger for a pet you have to have compost heaps to attract them. I want a badger for my birthday.

I took him home and came back an hour later to get some supper for myself.

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Til tomorrow.

good night zzzzz again

I'm in the middle of blogging but have to go to sleep now and I'm not a lemuure who can blog while asleep. Well, not as far as I know .. though I haven't checked so, if I have, it might be something that I never know about.

Not to worry.

Anyway, I'm off to wrap the tail around and drift off zzzzzzzzzzzz to the land of dreamy dreams.