...as Dreamers do....

Today is Story-Telling Sunday when we sit at our computer and write a story as our blog entry and then link up to Sian at Fromhighinthesky so that everyone can read all the wonderful stories. Take a look after you have read mine.

This happened last night so no one has heard this except me and Mr M. A bit of background first.

I have been making one of our five bedrooms into a craft room. I did this before but I used the smallest bedroom and then didn't like it because I always felt cramped and claustrophobic in there - and there was only room for me.

This time I am using the slightly bigger single room at the back of the house. This was where the Divine Miss Em slept when they were living with us and so it has a pink and purple decor with a border of Winnie the Pooh and Tigger too - just perfect for me.



 Because I don't carry things too well, because of the sciatica, it has taken a while to get everything upstairs. Miss Em and her Mum helped a lot but it still took me a while to get everything where I wanted it and for the pinboards to be fixed to the wall.
My lovely Son-in-law did that for me yesterday, drilling holes and using rawlplugs and making sure that nothing would crash down on my head.

During all this time Mr M has stayed out of the way. He has never coped well with moving things. We would have moved house several times if I had had my way but that's a whole other story. Where was I? Oh yes, the notice boards are up and the room is nearly finished.

I spent a happy couple of hours on iNternational Scrapbooking Day (another story too) completing a small album of pictures of my eldest grandson and beginning another small album for my eldest granddaughter. I suggested to Mr M that he should take a look at the room when he went up to bed because it looked really good and he said he would. I watched a little TV and then Mr M said he was going to bed.

I had just made a cup of cocoa for me so I said I would drink it and have a little read of my book before I too would go upstairs to bed. I read my book, finished my cocoa, cleaned my teeth and went to bed. Mr M said hello when I went into the room, this is his way of telling me that he was still awake and I didn't wake him. If I had woken him he would have simply huffed and puffed and turned over onto his other side.
As I got into my PJs I asked him if he had looked at my craft room. "Oh," he said sleepily, "I forgot, I'll look when I have to get up to go to the bathroom."

I will confess now that I was a little hurt that he should forget something so important to me but I realised that it probably didn't loom as large in his life as it did in mine so I said nothing. I got into bed, grabbed my reading-in-bed-book for another five minutes reading time and snuggled into the duvet. I had just got to the almost dropping the book stage when Mr M wriggled a little then said "It's very nice."

"What's very nice?" I asked, "Your craft room, it's very nice." He replied. "You haven't seen it yet," I said, closing my book and turning my head to look at him. "I did, just now when I went for a wee, I looked in the room." "You haven't been anywhere, you are still in bed and haven't moved." I said anxiously, wondering if he had actually had a wee in the bed! "Oh," he said, and paused for the longest time, "That was a really real dream then." and he laughed. Whenever he laughs I just can't help myself and I have to laugh too. So there we were at 11.30 at night lying in bed giggling hysterically.

I am glad to say that he had only dreamt he had a wee.

Now you can go and read all the other stories on Sian's blog.