Lazy, sunny, summer days. You know, the kind where you just want to lie out on the grass, turn up the radio and watch the fluffed up pillow like clouds roll by.

“Oh, Kev, its just way too hot.”

I disturb my husband’s slightly snoring slumber to move the blanket out of the sun and back into the shade again.

“What do you want me to do about it?” he snaps. Then, looking at my hurt expression he adds, “I’m only good at heating you up.”

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Some days I donÂ’t know who wakes up first, him or me, by him I mean Little Ted. Some mornings he lies in and I donÂ’t see sight nor sound of him till late on in the day, but some mornings I wake up and heÂ’s already bolt upright and ready and raring to go. This morning is one of those mornings.

I stumble into my boxers and walk downstairs and into the kitchen, I start to brew a pot of tea and put some bread under the grill, if I act and behave like its just another day maybe little Ted will go back to sleep. As I sit awkwardly eating my toast I realise heÂ’s not going to going to, no, not for love nor money. He is here to stay today!

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