A bit of a disturbance with my house near Eakring Notts......
We spend our day equally at three of our houses in Notts. Overall, we have 7 toilets, 12 bedrooms, 4 kitchens, 3 massive living rooms, 2 ordinary living rooms 5 bathrooms, 2 garages and one utility room with also 1 limousine, 3 cars to clean plus 1.5 acres of garden and still make time to write here!
Not without it's sacrifices.
I normally sleep for three hours at our house near Eakring before sleeping at my other house for 5 hours in Nuthall Notts.
Just for the record, the house near Eakring (bungalow)we live in the middle of nowhere with fields and farms all around the parameter of our garden which is the size of a large park.
On this particular morning, I was awakened by something (presumed dead) getting into my bed (the girlfriend snores and has been excommunicated into the other bedroom)
. I sleep with Tony the large toy tiger at the other side of the bed with his head on the pillow.
I first notice creaking of floorboards
Then something jumped into my bed, it was like a fridge door being opened and closed...as the weight slowly dispersed.
So I turned over to go to sleep ....... this scratching noise started.
Everything was okay since you lot came along and all these 'anonymouses' don't help either. Anything could have drifted along as I might have been writing to someone dead! (difficult to tell who is dead and who is living)
Whatever it was...wernt in a good mood!
Some kind of poultry goose ???
Anyway, woke up the girlfriend who came to investigate as we both agreed that it seemed to come from the corner of the room about three feet high?
We spent about ten minutes discussing if it was dead or alive? She was not too bothered and asked me to go back to sleep.
Yer...fine!!! I normally sleep with one leg hanging out of the bed and don't want to wake up to find my foot missing!
Could even be similar to The Beast of Bodmin Moor...as anything could have escaped...or having blooming 'Taz' creeping around!
All we need is for summit dead and having to carry the vicar over my shoulder to exorcise it! They do not normally come voluntarily
This scratching carried on for a good 15 minutes and suddenly stopped when the girlfriend went back to bed. Pretty loud a swell.
Thought it may have been Peggy our cat, scratching on the door, but she was fast asleep near the log burner.
I hope to be sending the video and a picture soon?
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@'''** need!!!...dare not read on to 'Stage Ten' probably get head turning?'
Could even be due to too much stress and agro lately?