It seems to be my job to provide love on demand. There I was, snoring to my heart\u2019s content. I was lying on my back with my legs in the air, which is my favourite position to sleep. Shadow had got into bed next to me and I didn\u2019t even mind that. Then all of a sudden Mum was calling my name. Now, if you hear your name being called at two o\u2019 clock in the morning you wake up pretty quickly assuming it\u2019s important. I cocked my ears and heard Mum calling me again from her bed. At that point, I leapt out of bed and in one flying movement landed by her side ready to fight off the foe or deal with whatever gremlins were attacking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It turned out that Mum couldn\u2019t sleep and simply fancied a cuddle with her beloved dog. That\u2019s me in case you hadn\u2019t worked it out. I was a little miffed, as I had been extraordinarily comfortable, but it\u2019s my job. Besides, I\u2019m never one to turn down the offer of a cuddle, so I simply got into bed with Mum and snuggled down under the covers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The annoying part was that when I did go back to my own bed, Shadow had rather taken over and it was difficult to get in and certainly impossible to be spread eagled right across.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We haven\u2019t seen the ducks on the pond for ages. Through the summer the reeds grow making it hard for them to have a good swim. At this time of year they are all cut and cleared and there is suddenly space available. I\u2019m taking up position as chief duck watcher to let everyone know if they decide to come back. We\u2019re all really hoping they do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wilma<\/p>\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Wilma’s job seems to be to provide love on demand. It can have it’s inconveniences, but she doesn’t really mind.<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":26985,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"gallery","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27031","post","type-post","status-publish","format-gallery","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-day-to-day-life","post_format-post-format-gallery"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27031","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27031"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27031\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/26985"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27031"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27031"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alfiesdiary.uk\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27031"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}