Storms ahead

I think it was the thunder that woke me up this morning; either that or the rain pounding down outside. Often I just snuggle down back to sleep again but this morning I felt alone and wanted mummy. I called her from where I was lying and she called back to me and told me to come in.

Mummy and daddy's room is just a little way away from mine but when you're half asleep and feeling fed up, it seems like a mile away. I wasn't best pleased that mummy hadn't come in to see me and I was even less pleased when, stumbling into their room with my eyes still half-clogged with sleep, who should I see lying on the bed with mummy and daddy but Mark.

He'd beaten me to it again.

I don't know how long he'd been there but he was wide awake and on his tummy, plum bang in the middle of mummy and daddy.

"Move Mark" I said.
"It's OK, you come on as well" said mummy. But I couldn't easily come on as well because Mark was where I wanted to be and he showed absolutely no signs of wanting to move.

I know he's still a baby and too young to understand that there's a pecking order, but really he's not so young that he can't see who's the bigger of the two of us. In the end, daddy moved, which sort of solved the problem because mummy then lay across the bed with Mark on one side and me on the other. Then I moved to where Mark was and he in turn started to climb all over me, trying to reach first the phone and then the tissue paper. I don't know what it is about Mark and tissue paper but he can't seem to get enough of it; tissue-obsessive if you ask me.

Daddy went to the bathroom and we settled into a brief and uneasy truce before mummy called one of the maids and Mark was whisked away to go and play with them. I think she was still sleepy and I was certainly sleepy whereas Mark just wanted to pull and poke and crawl and gurgle. As soon as he disappeared we fell instantly asleep.