Sleepwalking to danger

Artwork & design © Tony Cresswell. Urban Graphic Ltd. WWW.URBANGRAPHICSHOP.CO.UK

Artwork & design © Tony Cresswell. Urban Graphic Ltd. WWW.URBANGRAPHICSHOP.CO.UK

BETH’s card for Mothering Sunday. Very appropriate for nutty dog-lovers like us.

Today she rang to tell me she’d been woken just after midnight  to hear knocking on her flat door. She ignored it, assuming someone was there by mistake. Fifty minutes later it came again: not urgent or particularly loud, but still a bit disturbing at one o’clock in the morning. This time she opened it – to discover Charlie standing there in her pyjamas. She’d been wandering round the block in the small hours, in her sleep. Oddly, she was vaguely aware that she’d been up and didn’t really know what she was doing there. How scary. Fifty minutes on the stairs is a long, long time.

Earlier in the day we’d said goodbye to them: they’d been down for Mothering Sunday lunch with us. “Us” being Morag, her partner Sylvia, friends Michael and Jilly, and Millie the dog, all of whom had travelled up from Oxford on Friday. It was the perfect weekend that you picture when you move to the country, but think will only ever exist in your imagination. This was for real – a lovely walk from Ballowfields to Carperby on a perfect spring Saturday, a vase of flowers on the doorstep on our return (from Mo) a pub meal Saturday evening, Beth and Charlie on Sunday. A waterfall walk for the guests while I did the lunch (my choice of activity, needless to say), then collapsing with the Sunday papers when they’d all gone.

Jilly, Mo and Sylvia

Jilly, Mo and Sylvia

 

 

 

 

 

Michael, Mo, (Maud), Sylvia, Jilly, Ian (Harry)

Michael, Mo, (Maud), Sylvia, Jilly, Ian (Harry)

 

Millie, me, Ian, Jilly, Mo, Michael

Millie, me, Ian, Jilly, Mo, Michael

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ian and Michael at Ballowfields

Ian and Michael at Ballowfields

 

 

Mothering Sunday gifts – flowers from Mo, canisters from Beth, Momiji doll from Sal.

Mo's tulipsMomiji doll
Coffee, tea, sugar canisters

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3 thoughts on “Sleepwalking to danger

  1. OK – point taken re the sleep-walking. I’ll let you tell my stories next time! Your momiji doll is at the bottom of the posting with the others. x

  2. I don’t like this new format. Too dark and why are they insisting on my details before I leave a comment? It didn’t happen last time. Where’s my Momiji doll? The most important part of Beth’s story was that she thought Charlie was asleep beside her and even tip toed across the room when she got up to answer the door so as not to wake her. Which made seeing her on the doorstep ESPECIALLY creepy…x

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