1269. Don’t bother waking me

Noel had been a widower for three years. He lived alone.

His life-time friends, Nancy and Bert, said, “Why don’t you come up to our summer house in the woods for a few days?” So Noel did that. This was his third year going for a short time.

On the first evening they had a few drinks and chatted and reminisced. And then it was time for bed.

“Don’t bother waking me in the morning,” said Noel.

And indeed, they could not have if they tried.

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