Can you manage to fall asleep like I can? I never know either, until I waken up. Well I wouldn’t would I, if I was asleep. Anyway, I’ve been like that for a long time. My family will tell you that I’ve been known to drop off while they are talking to me! Just one of the many funny moments at Chrissie Towers…
What am I like, I fall asleep at night when I’m doing crosswords or reading. Then I wake up with my glasses on my nose, crossword book in hand and a scrawl of unintelligible biro lines in a sort of criss-cross grid. I obviously can’t stop writing when I’m asleep which I find most strange but then, I am strange I suppose.
I think I outdid myself the other morning when I fell asleep at 12.20am and woke at 1.30am. Again, crossword book and glasses in place, looked at the clock and thought ‘oh ‘eck, I’ve not taken my thyroxine tablet’ which I take last thing at night. Took it and must have promptly gone back to sleep. Anyway, the next thing I knew it was 5.15am. I woke again, saw the time, the light was still on, crossword book still in hand, biro, glasses on, the lot. So what do you do? Well I saw the time and thought it wasn’t time to get up and started doing crosswords again!
Funny Moment from the Madhouse
It took a few moments for my brain to switch on and realise what I had done! So I put the light off, turned over and went back to sleep like you do. Of course, Jane and Kevin thought it was hilarious, especially when I carried on with my crosswords before realising I’d had another one of my funny moments. But after all, when you live in a madhouse, you have to act mad don’t you!
Anyway, I’m not on my own. The same night Jane did something similar. She’d fallen to sleep watching her iPad in bed and woke after 11pm. In her stupor she realised her iPad was nearly flat, and got the cable to plug it in. In her stupor she snapped the lightning thing that you plug into it!
I imagine by then she was fully wide awake and cursing at what she’d done. But it left me wondering, as we’re mother and daughter, if she’d tuned into my brain through the air waves and decided to join me in my nocturnal journey. You might laugh but we’ve always tuned into each other. We often get ready to go out and she’s got the same colour combination on as me, or very similar clothes and coats. It’s quite amusing when we come from bedrooms at opposite ends of the house to meet at the back door and look each other up and down!
We often come out with the same word together when speaking, and know what random things each other is going to say next. Having said that, I’ve always said our house is haunted as I often see shadows.
Weird and Wonderful Funny Moments…
One day, I saw what appeared to be a man going into Jane’s bathroom. He was full height, dressed in black with an Abraham Lincoln style stovepipe hat on. How odd is that. I hear odd sounds like a dog standing behind me and yapping when no-one is there. I keep saying it’s my little Lucy, my soul companion of a dog who would never, ever leave my side. When I was in the garden once, as I turned around I got a quick two second sight of her tripping down the steps after me. Plus lots more things as if to say she would never leave me. I do find it a comfort as I loved that little dog dearly, as I have all my dogs. But she was something special.
Off I go again on another tangent, so back to the funny things we do in our house. The other day I was clearing the drawers out under my bed. Well I can’t get on the floor, but I’d mustered helpers to pile everything up on the bed to sort through. I never knew they held so much stuff, even I was shocked at what I’d put away and forgotten about.
It had to be done because I am expecting the arrival of my new electric bed, hopefully to help my aches and pains. So needs must when the Devil drives and all that. I had lots of underwear to say the least, a lot of which my mum was always buying me. Why I’m not sure, other than she thought I wore them out like lightning.
Big Knickers
Anyway, I know I was plumper in those days, but really. Some of the knickers were size 18-20 and looked rather like sails from a ship. They were always lovely quality if rather big as she always bought underwear from M&S. She also bought me vests, probably because of the liberty bodices she made me wear when I was young. Those beautiful camisole tops and all sorts else.
Now I know I put weight on in my 50’s and into my 60’s, but only size 14 at a push! I could never get rid of them as she bought them all with love to please me. When it came to moving homes, they all came with me.
Anyway, I decided Jane could do justice to some of them as they were all brand new and much on the big side for me. I made little piles all over my bed while sitting down on a chair to do it. And that’s no easy thing to do unless you have long arms which I don’t, so I made a pile for Jane to go through. We did have a bout of hysterics when she saw the size of some of them, especially when I said they’re not big enough for me, they’ll fit Jane. Size 18-20 I ask you! Even she’s not that big.
When Big Knickers Fit!
She decided to sort them by wearing each pair in turn and discarding the ones that didn’t fit. We were killing ourselves laughing at her when she went into great detail as to how the 18-20 were a perfect even if they did look massive. They were so comfy, although I don’t think they quite reached her armpits, but she was a satisfied customer.
I do remember M&S going through a stage where the sizes on the labels bore no resemblance to what they should. What looks like a 10 was called a 14 and so on. It was as if they moved them all up a couple of sizes. All my friends complained of the same thing, knowing they hadn’t put weight on or anything. So I imagine that was why my mum bought such big ones. It gave us all a few laughs I can tell you. Life in our house is still mad, covid or no covid!
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