This happens every time I house-sit for my parents.

For one, their beds are are just ridiculously soft, the proverbial mattress ready for the pea and the princess. You almost sink right into it.

It’s also rather warm right at the moment, the humidity is intolerable. Well, I say intolerable, but I’ve had much worse in the US, but at least in the US there were ceiling fans. We don’t expect such weather here so we don’t install ceiling fans.

Then this morning, at 5am, I hear this raucous sound from the local murder of crows. Let me tell you, I was thinking of murder… I’ve heard crows are some of the most intelligent animals, but at 5am that wasn’t very comforting.

I think I prefer life in towns and cities, at least there you don’t get the added sounds of the country!