Sunday, 18 November 2012

The Vicar's Effin' Late!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I had not long sat down to a sumptuous meal of sausages with a lyrca clad Sir Chris Hoy, a smouldering Joel Egerton and the much maligned and rather charming Russell Crowe when, during some flirtatious small talk and exquisite gin and tonic the restaurant's fire alarms suddenly went off.
Of course my dinner guests heroically led me to the safety of the nearest exit, where I braved the smoke and bell ringing  and suddenly found myself in bed (alone!) with the church bell incessantly calling the Trelawnyd parishioners to worship.
The vicar was late
That's why the Church bell is noisily ringing past 11.20
and I now realise that I have been asleep  EXACTLY  2 hours and 25 minutes
I could weep.

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream



25 comments:

  1. Oh no!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Sorry, you're just TOO funny!

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  2. Poor John...just when it was getting good.

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  3. Well, at least your imagination is working just fine! :-)

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  4. Hahaha! All the best dreams end in that fashion.
    (I remember sitting in the dungeons awaiting who I thought was the sexy Professor Snape to walk through the door, only to have Alan Partridge appear. I was so disappointed, woke up instantly and almost hit my husband in frustration!)

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    1. Hands off Snape...he's mine!
      Jane x

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    2. Alan Partridge instead of Snape! Oh, that made me laugh out loud. Thank you!

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  5. I hope you manage to get some more sleep today!!! Damm the vicar...........

    Gill

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  6. Never fails when you are on Dead Shift, or in a juicy dream

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  7. A while back, fast asleep. Woken by a huge bang. First thought was the garage door had fallen off (bedroom's right above the garage). Second thought was it was a crane falling over on a nearby building site.

    Why those two choices I'll never know.

    Anyhoo, turned out some maniac about .5km away had blown up his house. Murder/suicide and propane tanks in the basement rigged up to the natural gas furnace.

    I think I'd prefer a late vicar.

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  8. Good to know you do not dream of your ducks and chickens.

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  9. Same thing happened to me just as I was dreaming about eating chocolate sponge and custard whilst being chased by fireman on a rather nice yacht in the med. It was the old lady next door's burglar alarm that spoiled it.

    I guess our dreams must say something about us.....

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  10. Dang! Sounds like it was going to be a fabulous dream...

    Sorry about the lack of sleep. Hang in there!

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  11. Here's to many hours of uninterrupted dreams!

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  12. I hate being woken from lovely dreams... usually it's next door's bloody boiler kicking in. It backs onto our bedroom wall & drives me insane !
    Sweet dreams x

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  13. I was in the midst of a lovely dream this morning when i was awoken suddenly by hearing the cat, Phoebe, puking on the carpet. Most effective wake-up device ever.

    Hope you get some rest.

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  14. I think residents in some villages have actually had the church bells silenced because they were too disturbing. But that would be a bit drastic.

    I never dream gorgeous actresses are dining with me and making flirtatious small talk. I shall contact the local Dreams Agency immediately to get this rectified.

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    1. nor usually do I nick...it was wishful thinking

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  15. I think Marcia is a mind reader.

    Every time I am about to climb into bed with her neices she wakes me up and orders me to go and heat up Alex´s milk.

    If I am dreaming about my finances, she lets me sleep on.

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  16. Just popped over to say great stuff John, and thanks for visiting my blog.

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  17. I've had the stuck in a burning building dream, only to discover my alarm clock is going off a few times.

    Sheba cat has of late decided that my pillow is the ideal cat bed, and I've woken to find I'm under the covers, or noticed tiny scratches on my face. Last week for some reason, Howard & I swapped sides, and I was woken in the early hours with a cry of "the roof's fallen in!. Turned on the light to see a startled Howard in the middle of the bed and an equally startled Sheba balancing on the headboard.

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  18. Oh John - just when it was getting good. Have a good night's sleep tonight.

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  19. Sorry it was cut short, but oh what a dream ;) but no Daryl???

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  20. What a tragedy! But the tragedy for me is not the breaking of the dream (sad though that is!) but your being woken up after such a short amount of sleep. Did you manage to doze off again, or was that it?

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