Saturday Morning

Good morning,

I slept a troubled night, I must have been having night terrors because I got up for the loo in the night and put the light on, which I don't normally.
I slept again and dreamed a lot. Sad dreams, dreams about my old friend Juliet and her dog and her mum, and lots of other things.

I woke thinking I had overslept. But it was only 8am, which is not oversleeping, especially not on a Saturday.

I got up, drank tea, dressed, put the rent through and went for my morning bike ride.

The sea was mirror calm against a steel sky with no mist, pale sunshine lit the sea through gaps in the cloud, but it was so boring, like St. Aubins Bay, boring. Even the Great Hill looked boring in the pale sunshine, it is meant to be dark and brooding, and it is much more majestic than Noirmont, so there.

Home, the flat is tidy and another boring day, I think.