Tiger was doing his Achmed the Dead Terrorist impersonation.

“Look closely.  The beautiful may be small.” ~ Immanuel Kant

Something’s wrong when ALL the lemmings in this house are awake BEFORE me, including the lemming who DOESN’T live here anymore!

It’s Friday morning and the alarm goes off slightly later as there’s no rush to ramble on a Friday.  The sun’s only waking at 7.30 so there’s ample time to get to the view site if I leave at 7.  What I hadn’t realised though was that the lemming who doesn’t live here anymore was joining me on my ramble.

She arrived to a house still in darkness .... no one was stirring, not even the hound.  She unintentionally woke the hound by trying the front door, which was still locked.  Undeterred by that she ventured through the garden gate and down the darkened stairs to the youngest lemming’s bedroom and let herself in through his window.

He woke to see a torch waving in his bedroom .... and groggily waved back, completely unaware that it was his sister.  The mind boggles as to WHO he thought was entering his bedroom through the window at dawn!

The cat at least was suitably perplexed by the unexpected invasion.  He stood up, back arched eyes alert ... claws at the ready. He was doing his Achmed the Dead Terrorist impersonation ... 

“Touch me and I Keel you!”

I woke to a knock on the door and a head poking round asking if I was awake.  Well, I hadn’t been but I was now.  It was like Picadilly Circus in the passage ... even the oldest lemming was awake!

He didn’t join us on our ramble but the youngest one did.  How he manages to hike to the view site when he’s still asleep baffles me.  His body must work on auto-pilot because the brain and the mouth are definitely NOT in sync at that time in the morning.

Doing star jumps in the dark at the view site seemed to help.

Whatever the sun was doing this morning was well hidden by a bank of dark and ominous clouds. 

If it rose, we didn’t see it.

We did see it later on the beach.  It came out to warm our chilly bodies as the hounds gambolled in and out of the waves after their balls. Carol had bought Sam’s Chiefs ball down to the beach so, as is usual when they play rugby together, they swopped balls.  Even Nico fancies that Chiefs ball and he’s not even a rugby supporter!!

Carol believes it’s a sign.  

She’s mental though so her opinion doesn’t count.  Those Chiefs had better not win now or that statement will come back and haunt me!  This is the woman who slipped and fell on the rocks on Wednesday morning and hurt her bottom so badly that she struggled to get up.  Sam tried to help in his usual exuberant way.  She DIDN’T go to the doctor though, she DIDN’T ice it when she got home.  She DID go to gym that evening and do TWO .... yes, TWO .... classes .... and then wondered why she was sore.

I gave her a right telling-off on Thursday .... I’m good like that .... so she agreed to go to her Physiotherapist.  She’s participating in a half-marathon in just over a week’s time so needs to take better care of herself ..... and NOT walk on the rocks on the beach!!

She did have the grace to look rather abashed when she arrived on the beach this morning.  Tim, the physiotherapist had done his work well yesterday ... her bruised and battered bottom is now under HIS care and, if he has anything to do with it, she’ll DEFINITELY be feeling better for that marathon next week.

I have the WHACKIEST of friends .... I really do.