I woke up the other morning, for which I was extremely thankful, and thought it was the dead of night.
I then heard the daily noise of rubbish being collected down on the street and knew that day had in fact broken.
Where was the light and my first glimpse of the terrible Goddess in all her
I assumed that I was blind. I wasn’t too concerned as I’ve spent the majority of my life in the dark.
I tried to poke my eyes in case I’d just forgotten to open them and found them encased.
It seemed that during the night my surgical truss had moved up to my face and fixed itself across my eyes.
I unbuckled it and light dawned – all was back to normal.
I continued my early morning rituals of duvet snuggling for a few minutes and gazing at the apparition that is the TG.
I got out of bed and got on with the day.
In the afternoon, I told my deity about the adventures I had had on waking.
“Oh that” she said “You were snoring so badly last night I took off your truss and fixed it round your head. It seemed to work.” (It was a perfect fit too. How weird is that? Lo.TG Ed)
Why hadn’t I thought of that? It now makes complete sense.
