I woke around 4 am. Somewhat breathless . I have a post covid cough which sometimes feels worse in the middle of the night. I couldn’t sleep, so I’ve pottered around a quiet cottage. I showered and tidied up. I walked sleepy Welsh terriers and drank a smooth cup of coffee at the kitchen table I cleaned the carpet where Albert christened with pee, a foot from his litter box And I tried to read my book club book My cough settled down and I moved to the living room where I sat sipping the cold coffee with the lounge window open. Listening to the rain. Dorothy walked heavily from upstairs and stopped halfway to peep through the bannisters at me I told her I was coming back to bed soon and she returned to my bedroom with a snort. Apart from when I’ve been working I’ve never been up at this time on Christmas Day since I was 10 from Going Gently https://ift.tt/lAJ2n41