We had a very nice day yesterday, lounging by and swimming in the BDI pool. We then went to the Beach House for tea.
We aren't tired because we had a busy day. We are tired because one of our house pets kept us awake. We don't have dogs, cats or fish. We have resident geckos. At about midnight last night, the gecko that lives in the light fitting decided to start making a 'chat chat' noise. We did not know what it was at the time so you can imagine the scene.
We evacuated into the lounge while we turned the lights on to find out what kind of monster was terrorising us. There he was, as large as life, on the wall by the ceiling - nightmare proportions of four inches in length. Happy that we were not about to be eaten alive by a giant spider or snake we settled back into bed. Just as we were dropping off, 'chat, chat, chat, chat'. Aargghhh!
Jeremy made me up a bed on the sofa and he went and snuggled up to Mr Pickle. About 10 minutes later the heavens opened and there was a rainstorm to end all rainstorms which kept me awake for the next 45 minutes.
It felt like I had been asleep for about five minutes when Jeremy appeared by my side saying that Mr Pickle had asked him to leave his bed. By this point we were both exhausted enough to be confident that any amount of chattering by the gecko would not keep us awake. At 2.45 we went back to our bed and passed out.
Neither of us were ready for the arrival of Mr Pickle at 8.15 am (technically this would have been a lovely lie in) beside the bed proclaiming it to be 'a bit morning mummy and daddy'.
Early night tonight with ear plugs if our little friend is feeling chatty. I am happy for him to be in our room as he eats the mozzies. As far as I am concerned, he can bring his friends too if it means I don't get eaten alive.
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