W/ Chris, what’s all that scraping noise?
C/ Ahhh, Wic, it’s Polie.
C/ Well, he’s not having a good day. Well, maybe he’s having a very good day. I’m really not sure. I suppose it’s a matter of perspective.
W/ Chris, you’re talking in riddles. Explain.
C/ Well, Wic, the authorities have now locked down the lake so Polie couldn’t go out for his early morning swim. I’d be counting my blessings if I was him, but, well you know the bear.
W/ And…go on…
C/ So at swim time, which is some ungodly hour, he sat out in the courtyard and had a coffee to compensate.
W/ I can’t see the issue?
C/ It was 6.00am and he had a triple shot flat white.
W/ His drink of choice. So?
C/ Well, he started two hours early. With no swim and his routine ruined, well, I heard the coffee grinder going again at 7.30am. He woke me!
Then again at 9.00am. By that time I was wide awake and went in the study. He had a pile of books, looked rather jittery and was power reading.
W/ Power reading?
C/ Yes, he was already into his third novel for the day.
W/ Oh dear.
C/ The coffee machine was off again at 10.00am at which point, as a good friend, I locked him in the study. He’s now climbing the bookcase and bouncing off the ceiling.
W/ I’ll go and lock the caffeine away.
C/ Wic, watch out in case he’s on the bookcase again and he falls on you. The caffeine has transformed him into a regular space cadet!