It’s raining, it’s pouring…

The Other Half is snoring.

As is Bubby D. And, whilst he isn’t actually snoring, the Wee Man is sound asleep too.

Irritatingly, given this perfect – apart from feeling like i live in a farmyard with the sleepytime cacaphony thats going on next to me – sleeping opportunity, I however am wide awake.

Whilst I do love the sound of heavy rain whilst I’m tucked up warm and snug in my bed at night, I’m not so keen on the wind. Hearing screeching, grinding noises from downstairs I idly wonder if it is just the catflap caught in a particularly virulent windy gust, or in fact burglars trying to saw their way through the back door.

Once the seed is planted, inevitably a whole scenario begins to work it’s way through my head.

I could go downstairs and ‘confront’ the (catflap) burglars. But this could lead to waking Bubby D, or worst case scenario, actually confronting burglars. I could wake the Other Half to confront the burglars, but this plan is likely be met with extreme grumpiness, ridicule, and inevitably would also wake Bubby D.

I could try ringing the burglars on the landline to see if they pick up! But then they might realise I am aware of their presence and come upstairs to confront me…

Then I begin to regret not still co-sleeping with the Wee Man…what if they go and confront him instead?

Cue pondering the benefits of installing an in bedroom night vision CCTV system…

At this point my sleep deprived brain takes over, and the proffered CCTV system arrives to be installed by psychedelic, top hat wearing squirrels. Hurrah! I suspect I may have achieved sleep…

‘waaaaaaa

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA’

BURGLARS!?!?!??!!!

Oh. No hang on. That’ll be an awake Bubby D.