Morning and I look at the aftermath of the storm that violated my plants in the garden last night.
The chairs bench and all my potted plants had toppled over and reached nether regions of the garden and the lashings of rain percolated through an open window and made sort of a sad puddle in one of the rooms which although almost dried by morning was a testimony to my carelessness.
It's strange that the flashing lightning and noisy gurgling of clouds couldn't wake me up and it was in fact people making a din, scampering about the house to close open windows and cooing to worried cats that actually woke me up.
I couldn't care less about a storm happening outside and I didn't pretend to care either cuz I went right back to sleep.
But this morning the garden was quite the mess.
Right then.
Monday.
I have a house to clean.
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