His Resident Butler

I went to wake TomTom at 6.30am on a school day this week. No response to my gentle call even when I step up the volume.

I’m about to reach out and shake him when a voice comes from deep under-duvet:

Dad, when you run the shower it’s perfect. I can’t get it right like that.

Published by bewilderbeast

It's about life, marriage, raising kids, paddling rivers, travel in Africa . . . re-posting thoughts written over decades - at random, I'm afraid.

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