I woke to the sound of someone breaking into my house. Luckily before I could feel alarmed, two little girls clad in their pjs burst into my bedroom laughing and chattering. Through my half asleep fog I could make out random words - tent, dog, pancakes. I think the story was they had slept in the tent, the pup had woken them early so they had walked to my place to make pancakes.
They made me coffee and mixed the pancake batter while I got dressed. We had nice pancakes for breakfast, then as quickly as they had appeared, they were gone again, off through the paddock, walking home.
If they are going to make a habit of breaking into houses, they will have to learn how to be a bit less conspicuous.
I dread to think what my reaction would have been.
ReplyDelete.....Little Darlings!
I wouldn't mind those house breakers if they cook breakfast.
ReplyDeleteHi Pauline, thank you for dropping by my blog. You have some fabulous photos on here. The NZ is so beautiful! I remember it well, and one day would love to visit again.
ReplyDeleteIn your country this turns out to be a lovely story with a beautiful memory. I wished my little ones dropped in for breakfast.
ReplyDeleteI can just see them in their 'inconspicuous' garb going across the paddock. I'd have been a bit disconcerted by the 'break-in though' and would probably have muttered something along the same lines as Adrian!
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