Observed a Mr Lionel Ritchie way back in 1984, when I was just a pimply spotted small person. (Whoever just said and still are, very rude). The father of the woefully skinny Nicole was dancing all over the 80's, and we joined in the frenetic activity back then, with jazzy jumpers, metallic shirts and shoulder pads a plenty.
After last nights "sleep" however, I wont be dancing whatsoever, ceiling or not. Allow me to explain...
After a building humidity over Auckland, where simply walking was akin to wading in an Olympic pool, the heat and associated moisture almost led you to believe it was high noon in the Florida Everglades.
Surely it would rain soon, and bring blessed relief?
And sure enough the rains began, light spattery drops that instead of clearing the humidity, merely added to it.
Off came the duvet for a few minutes, then back it snuggled. Off it came, and sure enough like a carrier pigeon it returned.
After what seemed like a sleep deprived age, then the old diabetic leg throbbing began.
Now that's just not on, as I take tablets to alleviate that. Not to mention that I am not a diabetic anymore.
And so this miserable night bumbled along, inter spaced with more throbbing of leg, duvet wrestling and continual overbearing heat, all mixed together with a tired but still active mind....
Ahhhh........sleep at last.
I was rudely awoken by my piercing iphone alarm clock.
Hello Mrs Morning, Is it me you're looking for
Zzzzzz....
After last nights "sleep" however, I wont be dancing whatsoever, ceiling or not. Allow me to explain...
After a building humidity over Auckland, where simply walking was akin to wading in an Olympic pool, the heat and associated moisture almost led you to believe it was high noon in the Florida Everglades.
Surely it would rain soon, and bring blessed relief?
And sure enough the rains began, light spattery drops that instead of clearing the humidity, merely added to it.
Off came the duvet for a few minutes, then back it snuggled. Off it came, and sure enough like a carrier pigeon it returned.
After what seemed like a sleep deprived age, then the old diabetic leg throbbing began.
Now that's just not on, as I take tablets to alleviate that. Not to mention that I am not a diabetic anymore.
And so this miserable night bumbled along, inter spaced with more throbbing of leg, duvet wrestling and continual overbearing heat, all mixed together with a tired but still active mind....
Ahhhh........sleep at last.
I was rudely awoken by my piercing iphone alarm clock.
Hello Mrs Morning, Is it me you're looking for
Zzzzzz....
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