The hour was early, too early. The twin alarm clocks that were the girls shrieked their call at 06.10am. Damn, sleep would have too wait. On auto pilot, our hero proceeded to fight the losing battle that is, trying to get them to go back to sleep until a more sensible hour. Alas, it was to no avail. He trudged downstairs, aannoyed, tired, an just alittle thirsty. Breakfast happened, Weet-a-bix an toast, banana for the minions, an black coffee for the Badger.
The plan formulated in his head, shopping needed to happen, but there was a chance, if he could engineer it, he might, just might, get an hour in the Pub later. The thought did slightly more than the coffee to improve his mood. In the background, a fight was taking place between the offspring, it centered around the current possesion of a plastic cake with fake sprinkles on it. He sighed, he knew he should step in an sort it out, but some mornings he just couldn't deal with squabling siblings.
He made a decision, stood up from his place at the dining table, placed his cup on the drainer, an headed for the play room, a look of quiet determination set on his face. This bickering would end, now! Well, at least for 5 mins.......maybe....PLEASE!
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