Is the fancy term of what's happening in YumYum HQ, she was pottering back up the hall after having been in the bathroom and thought "why was that bit of the hall chilly?", then she got back into bed and thought no more about it.
Until she woke up later on and her mouth asked for a mug of LapySang. Out of bed, on with a thick cardigan which zips up and into YumYum HQ, ugh, chillybilly in here, why? Eureka, she realised that it must be extremely cold OUT there and that evil cold air was sneaking in through the extractor fan vent.
And, there isn't anything she can do to stop it! For she has to have this to take smells out and it is there for safety sake as she has a gas cooker, but we must remember to close the door at night.
Poor YumYum HQ, poor kvass, it certainly won't be ready in two or three days, it may take double that length of time and no wonder the kefir took so long to struts its' stuff, for it must be like a giant icebox in there in the wee small hours of the morning.
Morning of weighing-in.. heehee. Actually, I'm not sure why I am laughing, I've got a very sneaky feeling that Madam, aka mama, plans to splash cash and take me to the vet tomorrow.. ugh.
And he'll sedate me (fat lot of good for my hatred of collars is way larger than any form of sedation), fit the collar and I think, she'll leave me there for a couple of days. It's a good thing she's got that rye bread and food in the house as she'll have NO money left after THIS bill from the vet!
And it's all because I do this silly plucking business. I even do it when I'm sitting on her head, that's a bit daft, isn't it? But it's now a compulsion, like people who carry mobiles around in their hands (despite having a bag or a pocket) or their iPads around with them and check it for messages or go onto Facebook every couple of minutes.
But besides all this silly behaviour on my behalf, we slept well, for she's cracked not being able to go to sleep by eating a small slice of cheese just before she goes to sleep.. L-Tryptophan is important.. go off and read about it.
Now, if you're a medic or bio-chemist or something of that ilk, don't bother to squeak and puff your knowledgeable stuff about TDO and IDO's, we know that these two naughty things prevent dietary ingestation of L-Tryptophan from working in some people, particularly the elderly. Well, she's getting to be 'elderly' and it's a known fact that an older body needs essential minerals and other things as well to function properly.
And so, she doesn't care if her brain is 'fooled' by eating this slice of hard cheese and telling her "hush now, quieten down, stop fretting, go to sleeeep", because, for her, it works, she sleeps all the way through most nights until about seven o'clock in the morning and that, Dear Readers, is a good nights' sleep.
Now it's time to flap our arms, to jump about and rush into YumYum HQ to turn on a water-boiling gadget, you'll know it by its' other name.. kettle.. CHIRP!
GeeGee Parrot.
January 18th, 2015.
Until she woke up later on and her mouth asked for a mug of LapySang. Out of bed, on with a thick cardigan which zips up and into YumYum HQ, ugh, chillybilly in here, why? Eureka, she realised that it must be extremely cold OUT there and that evil cold air was sneaking in through the extractor fan vent.
And, there isn't anything she can do to stop it! For she has to have this to take smells out and it is there for safety sake as she has a gas cooker, but we must remember to close the door at night.
Poor YumYum HQ, poor kvass, it certainly won't be ready in two or three days, it may take double that length of time and no wonder the kefir took so long to struts its' stuff, for it must be like a giant icebox in there in the wee small hours of the morning.
Morning of weighing-in.. heehee. Actually, I'm not sure why I am laughing, I've got a very sneaky feeling that Madam, aka mama, plans to splash cash and take me to the vet tomorrow.. ugh.
And he'll sedate me (fat lot of good for my hatred of collars is way larger than any form of sedation), fit the collar and I think, she'll leave me there for a couple of days. It's a good thing she's got that rye bread and food in the house as she'll have NO money left after THIS bill from the vet!
And it's all because I do this silly plucking business. I even do it when I'm sitting on her head, that's a bit daft, isn't it? But it's now a compulsion, like people who carry mobiles around in their hands (despite having a bag or a pocket) or their iPads around with them and check it for messages or go onto Facebook every couple of minutes.
But besides all this silly behaviour on my behalf, we slept well, for she's cracked not being able to go to sleep by eating a small slice of cheese just before she goes to sleep.. L-Tryptophan is important.. go off and read about it.
Now, if you're a medic or bio-chemist or something of that ilk, don't bother to squeak and puff your knowledgeable stuff about TDO and IDO's, we know that these two naughty things prevent dietary ingestation of L-Tryptophan from working in some people, particularly the elderly. Well, she's getting to be 'elderly' and it's a known fact that an older body needs essential minerals and other things as well to function properly.
And so, she doesn't care if her brain is 'fooled' by eating this slice of hard cheese and telling her "hush now, quieten down, stop fretting, go to sleeeep", because, for her, it works, she sleeps all the way through most nights until about seven o'clock in the morning and that, Dear Readers, is a good nights' sleep.
Now it's time to flap our arms, to jump about and rush into YumYum HQ to turn on a water-boiling gadget, you'll know it by its' other name.. kettle.. CHIRP!
GeeGee Parrot.
January 18th, 2015.
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