I’m not getting up till the fat bird sings! – My baby has had her breakfast and been outside for her “ablutions”. She has snuggled back in her bed and refuses to get up. At nine years old, she has finally reached the teenage years!
She tells me it is still winter, and she won’t get up until the fat bird sings. I tell her the fat bird sang at 5 am. (An olive thrush with the loudest voice per body size of any bird! It insists on singing in the pitch black, long before dawn.) It is now gone 9am. You are missing the day! OK it is a cold, wet winter’s day, but still!