That night I almost committed a triple murder! I was tired, as we had a full day, and I had really enjoyed the outing to Tobermory and the other places we saw, especially the Glengorm standing stones.We decided to go to bed early, as we had to rise and shine with the earliest birds for our trip to the Nun's caves, as it was quite a stiff walk along the beach to get to the entrance of the caves.
I took two of my herbal sleeping aid capsules, and after some reading I felt a wonderful sleepiness came over me, and I knew that I was in for a good night's sleep, as I was so relaxed that not even the noises coming from Liz's side of the room had any upsetting effect on me. As Liz didn't have her usual full bottle of red, her snores were not bad at all, quite rhytmic I thought, and even the dogs were more relaxed.
I had a wonderful dream about the standing stones we had visited that day! I was this kind of Celtic lady dressed in a flowing white dress, and I was walking around the Stones singing this beautiful song, and only people who had heard me sing would understand how much I loved that dream, as to tell the truth, I am no Maria Callas! To be quite brutally honest, I can't sing!
Into this smashingly wonderful dream intruded a voice so shrill, and so panic stricken, that I half woke with a start, and as this high pitched voice in my ears went on and on, I reluctantly had to let go of myself as singing pagan, and return to the real world! Liz was busy frantically shaking me, moaning on and on about some large animal in the tent! I switched on the light, and poor Lizzy was standing over my bed, her two trembling dogs at her feet, shaking me mercilessly! The last mists of my lovely dream disappeared, and I saw that poor Liz was in a state of panic, trembling like a bally blamange pudding, and when I switched the light on, she, with her two dogs flew over to her bed, and all three disappeared under the bedclothes!
By this time I was livid, and told her in good old Afrikaans just how silly she is, and a few more things, and was later very glad that I said all that in a language she did not understand!
I had a bit of a start when I heard something outside the sheiling, something quite large, but to quieten the now jibberring Liz, I lifted the flap, and Liz gave one bellow, and I found a big deer grazing outside, but this deer had the fright of his life when Liz let rip, and legged it to to the safety of the mountain at break-neck speed.
After a while, and a glass of red each, calm reigned again, and soon Liz and dogs were snoring, and I started feeling drowsy again, so I put down my book and turned on my side for a well earned sleep!
That was not to be! I had just dropped off when I half woke once again, not knowing what woke me up, but as my mind cleared I realized that there was one BAD smell right under my nose, smelling like something that died a week ago! I tried to pull my sheet over my head, but something heavy was hampering my effort, so feeling a bitty scared, Liz having thinned my nerves a bit, I put the light back on, to find the wee Benny with the bad breath lying with his head on the pillow, breathing out his killer fumes straight up where my nose was a moment ago!
Now this time, it was me that gave a bellow, and with a much harassed looking Liz sitting up and watching me as if I was the destroyer of peace, I grabbed my bedding and legged it over to the communal sitting room!