Morning Murphy

Dear O'H dear, Lovely Tea Jenny and The Mini Princesses,

“No Murphy, it’s 5:29 am. Lie down”

Murphy is a good boy and did exactly as he was told. By lying right across my chest, making it slightly hard to breathe. And then licking my face. Just to rule out any possibility of more sleep.

So we got up. Because who wants a Sunday lie in? Not Murphy, that’s for sure.

We waited until the birds had woken up before we went for a wander in the sunshine in the forest where Murphy bounded around excitedly in the luminous moss surrounded by chorus of birdsong.

C