Out in the Fog and Missed

Some of you who can espy a certain age looming on the horizon of life may remember a television advert for Myers beds where the somnolent couple suddenly leapt out of bed singing joyously, bounded over to the curtains and flung them wide to greet the sun pouring in. Well, this morning wasn't like that. In fact most mornings have never been like that. Now this is nothing to do with the recent traumas I have suffered with new beds. It happened with old beds too. I think I can truthfully say that the only time I have approached a "bound" on arising has been when my alarm clock suffered a malfunction and I seriously slept in. As soon as I ventured an exploratory toe out this morning I knew that the sun would not be pouring in. The curtains were not flung back with an exuberant air but tentatively inched apart to reveal yet another day of freezing fog. I didn't fling wide the window either as the only thing that would pour in would be the morning mist. It was a day for staying in. Having bumped Lidl's profits up considerably on Thursday I had no need to go out so I missed the supermarket, I missed the coffee shop and most of all I missed the mist.