Midnight Adventures I'd Rather Not Share
Well, this isn’t necessarily something that I would blog about but it feels like a story that should be told, so tell it I will. I woke to the sound of hammering. Persistent and LOUD hammering. Instantly awake with my heart pounding in my chest I peered at the clock radio: four minutes to midnight. WTF?!? I lay still for a second trying to determine the actual location (a moot effort as most of you know that I am “rigting befok” because of my hearing problem) and the source of the hammering. Having no luck I decided that I had better investigate in case someone was trying to break in. Creeping silently from my bed and barely moving the curtain I surveyed the garden. Nothing was moving although quite a few dogs in the nearby vicinity were barking. The hammering stopped. The silence hit my ears with a pop and I strained to hear anything through the hiss left behind. Hearing nothing but...