Shall I Be Batman Tonight???

Whilst I am still awaiting the onset of the Crimson Tide, my hormones are doing their best to run away with me.

As exciting as this sounds, it means an awful lot of unsettled nights for me. Thankfully the nights spent in the hotel in the past week were not too eventful (as far as I am aware haha!). However, this weekend has seen a couple of doozies in the nocturnal wanderings and derring-dos.

Friday night, not too bad. A small spot of rampaging around the house and woke up to a pile of kitchen catalogues under my pillow. Not too shabby. As I was ordering my kitchen the following day, it is easy to spot what was weighing on my mind.

Last night, whooeee! It will go down in the annals as Most Outstanding Somnambulism for a while and may not be beaten. Time will tell.

First of all, the vivid, vivid dreams. I was fastening a baby into a carseat and kissing their revealed belly and revelling in the soft velvety pudginess and blowing raspberries to the delighted shrieks of the baby. The sensation of the skin against my lips was so, so real. The weirdest thing was that I was talking to the mother of the baby who was sat next to him/her and carrying on this conversation with her at the same time. I was definitely the care-giver though, rather than the mother. Donor eggs, anyone??? Freud would have a field day.

Next, the piece de resistance, as related to me this morning by a disgruntled Mr P. During the night, whilst still pitch dark outside, I sat bolt upright in bed and started talking to him but I was calling him Robin and talking to him in a very careful voice, as if English was not his first language. This was loud enough to startle him out of a very deep sleep.

I cannot remember this, at all. I do not know anyone by the name of Robin, other than the caped crusader's effeminate sidekick. Needless to say, I am feeling a little tired today. Mr P keeps asking me if we are going to the Batmobile? He thinks he is funny.

I managed to pull the energy together to plant 40 pansies in my pots and borders this afternoon. Monday is the vernal equinox where day and night are of the exact same length, marking the official start of spring. This means we are officially moving towards Summer and I decided to celebrate that fact by unleashing my trowel for the first time since last summer.

My poor garden has been sadly neglected since last year as despite my best intentions, the crap IVFs pretty much made me care about nothing else other than watching TV in my jimjams. Then winter descended as if a light had been switched off and it was too dark to care.

The sun shone today briefly and it was warm on my face. The friendly little faces of the pansies nodded and smiled and I let my mind unspool as I sunk my gloved hands into the earth. Simple pleasures.