My first job of the day starts around 5.30 am.
It's a dreadful time and a mundane job, but it has it's rewards.
I get up and in my pyjama bottoms and t shirt, I silently collect the dogs from every corner of the cottage.
I am morose at this time.
After morning ablutions , it is time to " back to bed time" so with the Prof , dressed in his finery and sipping his tea like Baron Von Trapp we all gallop up to bed for a communal lie in .
William has to be helped to get up on the bed now he is ten and so does George but that's only because he has three inch legs, but Winnie, Albert and Mary all scramble up as best as they are able in order to bags the best positions on and under the duvet.
I lie in the Prof's vacated position, William in mine. Winnie and Albert spoon together. George is happy anywhere as long as he can waggle his fat feet and Mary lies on my left shoulder .
We are all practically asleep when the Prof arrives back to say goodbye.
The last thing I usually hear before I fall back to sleep ( apart from Winnie's sleep apnoea snoring) is The Prof mock moaning that Mary Loves me too much.
This is usually why