You know I am always moaning about the British weather? I wrote this about one of the things in particular that drives me crazy when the weather is so unpredictable, one minute roasting hot, the next freezing cold!
The weather was so hot and sticky
It was disturbing my precious night’s sleep
I spent all night with the fan on
Duvet on the floor in a heap!
I decided it was time to take action
And packed the heavy duvet away
In its place, a thin bedspread
I’m bound to be cooler this way.
The first few nights it was lovely
I didn’t have to keep mopping my brow
Between the fan and the bedspread
I slept so much easier now
The weather started to get cooler
The heat wave had burned itself out
The bedspread pulled up into service
In the night when I fumbled about.
I still felt hot and sweaty
The next night when I fell into bed
Old Grump was cocooned in the bedspread
And all I could see was his head!
I still had to have the fan on
Enjoying the delicate breeze
But in the dead of night, I was awoken
My body had started to freeze!
I tried to grab some of the bed spread
But greedy Grump slept like a log
I was now bloody frozen
And tried to cuddle up with the dog!
She wasn’t having any of it
And scampered off down the bed
This called for desperate measures
I tried to snuggle the Grumpster instead!
The next night I had already decided
The duvet was back in its place
With this weather so temperamental
It is always there just in case!