Brrrarp – as Polly’s sleepy mind regained consciousness. A cheeky smile followed the emission, and there was a conscious effort to keep the doona tightly scrunched down against the sheet, working against her instinct to roll over, to look at the clock, to stretch. A minute, sometimes two, and then a long, irresistible series of stretches before springing out of bed and making a beeline for the loo!
Peeing cleared the way for her smile to start marching across her face. A couple of stretches followed, a scratch as she ambled into the kitchen and flicked the coffee machine on, another short pherft …, a bum-wriggle and a short wait until the red changed to green and the gurgles and squawks heralded … coffee! She allowed herself a second, short black espresso after the shower.
It was going to be a glorious day, and already the blackbirds were working the mulch below the kitchen window, scratching purposely, beaks at the ready to pounce. There were two pairs of birds, each interrupting their foraging to throw their gloriously beautiful song back and forth across the yard! Why do people have such a set against them? Yep, they throw the mulch off the beds, but it is not a big deal to push it back! They repay the inconvenience in spades, she thought. I might start a Blackbirds for President movement!
Polly mentally prepared today’s list. At some point there would be shopping – urgh! She parked that thought, moving across to the more enjoyable opportunities! Mmm. There were the two bales of pea-straw to distribute, some chicken poo to dole out, that Blood plum she had bought a few weeks ago was desperately crying out to be grounded!
Of Hell. She remembered that her sister Jamie, and her stupid husband said they might pop in later in the morning! What on earth does she see in him? He is so dour, pessimistic – nothing ever goes right in his world. He will drawl on about his latest mishap.
Bugger it! He is not going to spoil this wonderful day! I’ll move the deck chairs off the verandah onto the lawn – the sunshine will surely lighten his bleakness. I’ll bake a banana cake, with passionfruit icing – Jamie’s favourite, yep that’ll do it.
Polly had the cake coming from the oven as the doorbell tinkled!