The Dog is waiting

 It hasn't been the best of weeks sleeping wise.  There have been nights of coughing fits and then there was the onset of the very raspy throat nasty. Then there was  the TV problem where it would mysteriously glow during the night, in a pulsating on off way. Last night I left a pack of strepsils within easy reach in case the throat came back again.  During the night I could hear small sounds that seemed loud. Eventually I worked out this was the blister pack of strepsils, contracting and popping. Debbie was also hearing this so I got a thong and she turned on the bed light. It was the cockroach digging into my medicine. I got two good hits in before it disappeared. Those things are armour plated. It was around 4:30 and Debbie was getting up at 5:00 anyway. I was excused due to delirium and catarrh from this mornings early start. I am sure it was only 5 mins later when my phone rang. It was in the other room but I missed the call and banged my head into the corner of that pesky TV which for some reason is positioned over the doorway. So I have blood dripping down my face when the door opens and Debbie says yes I just rang, that cut doesn't look too bad but I have to run as I have to get the dog to its grooming session. And I haven't even mentioned my poo problem.