Not much of a long lie

My Sunday morning "long lie" was ruined by several things. I hadn't got to bed until after midnight because I had collected David and Antoine from a party in Troon. I was woken at 5.30 a.m. by Jamie entering the house rather noisily after a night out with his friends. Then the radio blasted on at 6.45 as usual, and the news was of course full of death and destruction. I recently changed the radio channel to Classic FM because I thought it would be a more pleasant way to wake up, but James changed it back again to Radio Scotland. He says he likes to know what's going on in the world, but I feel that we have dozens more news bulletins during the day to keep up with current events. And what can we do about what's going on in the world anyway? By the way, I was right about Libya; the fighting and killing continues, I knew it wouldn't be a quick finish. Then Jack jumped up on the bed to make sure I was awake by walking up and down me, homing in expertly on my bladder with his hard little paws. So I had to get up and go to the bathroom, and then feed Jack, and by the time I got back into bed James was tapping away annoyingly on his Ipad. Eventually he went downstairs and made my breakfast which cheered me up. The rest of the day has been rather pleasant, especially when James took David and Antoine over to the football and I had a nice peaceful time. I spent quite a lot of the afternoon working on Ally's Personal Statement despite Ally's absence; he's on a Duke of Edinburgh kayaking weekend up north. But I had his permission to make a start without him because it has to be finished by 2nd September! Nice smell of lamb cooking in the kitchen; Grandma is coming over for dinner.