The wind is up, rustling the leaves along the ground and blowing the last of the rain-drops off the oak tree.
*click click click - Bear's on his lap-top upstairs
*snortle gzink gzzzonk - Jasper is sacked out behind me (and did you have to release the doggy odour of doom, dog???)
*The cats are padding up and down the stairs, eyeing the dog with a butchers eye (slices? haunch meat? What shall we go for first?)
the house is so quiet, gearing down for the night, and.....
*footsteps. (augh!) Quick, hurrying footsteps padding down the hall to the top of the stairs
a shuffling noise.....
then a thud, thud, thud down the stairs, fingers trailing the bannister, blankie clutched tight, eyes and hair tangled with sleep -
Hi, Rosey. Couldn't sleep, hey sweetheart?