The Force

I woke up feeling very pleased with myself.

Which in itself was peculiar as normally I woke up whining and moaning like a vegan teenager. Especially the morning after some beer.

I swung my legs out of bed and marvelled at the feeling.

This was magnificent. Shouldn't I be hungover? I thought back to the beers I had drank. Yes, I definitely should be hungover.

I made to punch myself in the face but my many years of Kung Fu training kicked in and I ducked to the side blocking the strike with my other hand.

Oh yes. This was magnificent.

I made my way to the toilet.

Aaarghh!?

I stopped dead in the doorway.

The toilet seat was up and inside the bowl of the toilet itself was a bloody slaughter.

I took a tentative step forward. Oh yes, a veritable bloodbath. Some poor animal had been torn apart and casually disposed of in the loo.

I fancied I could still make out it's white tail in the midst of the carnage.

Delicately I reached forward and flushed.

Within moments the gory mess was gone and I could relax again.

It looked like nothing could stop me today. I did my doings and headed downstairs.

I was even more pleased with myself now.

The house was strangely quiet.

The lounge when I entered was deserted. The usual screaming child chaos absent, leaving an odd gap behind.

There was a note on the table.

I picked it up and read it.

Popped out with the kids to get you a lovely breakfast feast. Be back by eleven. Enjoy your child free time!

It was from the good lady. I checked the clock. It was only just gone ten. She had not only let me sleep longer but was giving me a chance to chill without the kids!

What a woman.

I had a free hour.

What awesome things could I do?

I could play my guitar.... I could do a workout... I could blow the dust off the Xbox and get some gaming on the go...

Hmm, maybe.

Then it came to me.

An hour alone.

I hadn't practiced with my light-sabre for some time.

I gave my hands an experimental shake. Oh yes.

Time to feel the force.