Here's just a quick update of yesterday, well if I hadn't mentioned earlier, not sure too busy trying to get ready for sleep. I've been trying to get my car serviced however I have been very unsuccessful latley. Time has been passing me by a little too quickly when I'm not on shift and it doesn't seem to go by nearly quick enough when I'm on. I
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We had an air mattress, but it had a hole in it; we started out with a nice cushy mattress, but by morning we were both laying on the hard ground. Dad was snoring, which drove me crazy. I was able to wiggle on the mattress, which disturbed him just enough to make him stop snoring, so I had something resembling control. Every time I did this, though, more air escaped the mattress.
What I could not control was the cursed frog in the nearby swamp. At one point, Dad and the frog simultaneously stopped their noise. I relaxed in the new, wonderful silence. I sighed contentedly and was just about to snuggle down to sleep. No sooner had this sigh escaped my weary lips but they frog and father both started again! It was an awful night!
I sympathize with your cricket situation.
*Jen*
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