Chapter Sixty: Sleep induced foot fetishes’
After drinking two huge bottles of boost last night I hardly slept, the last time I looked at the clock it was 4 and then it was suddenly 7 in the morning and since I was still buzzing I dragged myself up, and Ed, and started on my jobs. Once Ed had left at 2 that afternoon I stuck the big bang theory on and at some point I must have closed my eyes for a second. The next thing I knew there was something resembling wet sandpaper rubbing all over my foot, I kicked at it and nothing changed so I opened my eyes only to stare at the damn cat going to town on my feet. Bloody thing. Once I’d stuck some sock on and banished the cat out into the garden I curled back up on the sofa and fell asleep again, this time my brother woke me and I was curled up around the cat who did not appreciate being woken up.