Sixteen years ago, we moved house to Warwickshire after a quarter-century spent in South West London because, in South West London, you couldn’t catnap on a bus without people noticing whereas in Warwickshire the local buses had high-backed seats.
Glad it’s not just me. My afternoon nap is an institution & my family tease me about it. 25 minutes then I’m energised for the rest of the day. Your son sounds as funny as you!
If naps were an Olympic sport, you'd be going gold, right?
As always, Fran, you make me laugh with tales of your everyday (mis?)adventures. Here's hoping that you get proper buses back.
Thanks, Rita! I think misadventures is probably a more accurate term!
Glad it’s not just me. My afternoon nap is an institution & my family tease me about it. 25 minutes then I’m energised for the rest of the day. Your son sounds as funny as you!
I think we are both very lucky to be able to catnap as we do!
I think as we get older we all need and maybe even deserve the after dinner nap
I'll take that as official permission!