Tinnitus often wakes me during the night, like a Harry Potters Dementors that suck the happiness from a person. For Harry the counter attack was thoughts and acts of happiness, but tonight was different, a dry raspy throat and sick feeling that antibiotics give me. The only thing to fix this at 3.30am had to be hot crumpets with Todd’s, Southland honey!
I put my arm out of bed and quietly felt for the torch my brother Andrew had recently given me. I need light at night. I think it helps to slow my world seems to spin worse at night. I tip-toed out quietly to leave Carmen asleep and gently closed the door to the kitchen.
I like my crumpets cooked twice in the toaster, they seem to hold more honey that way. They are crunchier and I’m sure Pooh would agree. I sat down beside the still glowing fire and began to indulge. I scanned the paper but back then Winston was absent and so was scandal.
I became aware of Carmen’s hand on my shoulder, a fleeting thought of romance? She frowned and pointed to her ear and then pointed next, to the ceiling above.
Oh the realization, in spite of all my endeavors’ to let my family sleep on I had managed to wake them with the smoke alarm while I was blissfully unaware. The moral to the story will be never to cook your crumpets twice if you are hearing impaired! I also doubt that smoke alarms will save the lives of the profoundly deaf.
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I put my arm out of bed and quietly felt for the torch my brother Andrew had recently given me. I need light at night. I think it helps to slow my world seems to spin worse at night. I tip-toed out quietly to leave Carmen asleep and gently closed the door to the kitchen.
I like my crumpets cooked twice in the toaster, they seem to hold more honey that way. They are crunchier and I’m sure Pooh would agree. I sat down beside the still glowing fire and began to indulge. I scanned the paper but back then Winston was absent and so was scandal.
I became aware of Carmen’s hand on my shoulder, a fleeting thought of romance? She frowned and pointed to her ear and then pointed next, to the ceiling above.
Oh the realization, in spite of all my endeavors’ to let my family sleep on I had managed to wake them with the smoke alarm while I was blissfully unaware. The moral to the story will be never to cook your crumpets twice if you are hearing impaired! I also doubt that smoke alarms will save the lives of the profoundly deaf.