I was woken a couple of nights ago by the “bong” noise announcing that we had now reached cruising altitude, and that consequently it was now safe for me unfasten my seatbelt. This was a little strange as I was in bed at the time. Despite the bleary confusion I drifted off to sleep again.
After an indeterminate amount of time I was once again disturbed by the “bong” – clearly we were about to encounter turbulence, and seatbelts must be fastened. Once again I was somewhat bemused, since the only turbulence expected was when Chantal returned to bed after a nocturnal visit to the loo. Some people drop back off to sleep counting sheep. I fell asleep mentally going through the various audible alarms in the house. None go Bong.
The following morning I asked Chantal whether she had had a vivid dream that involved a aircraft, and if so, was I a part of it? Unsurprisingly she asked what on earth I was talking about, but when I explained about the “bong” alarms, she had a fit of the giggles. She realised that they were merely her new mini I-pad notifying her of an e-mail in the middle of the night. Chantal, who is woken by a sparrow fart two fields away, had slept through them.
The I-pad now spends each night downstairs.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
