Saturday, September 26, 2009
Sleepless in north Wales
Hmmm - doesn't quite have the same ring to it as 'Sleepless in Seattle' but the end result is the same. Between twenty past three and four o'clock is the time when I usually surface from the arms of Morpheus (Yes, he's there too - no wonder the bed's so crowded and no, it's not the one from The Matrix. Just click on the link!). After that, it's the luck of the draw whether I go back to sleep again or stay awake, tossing and turning, listening to sounds of snores (Keith) and snuffles (Paddy).
This morning, it was the latter, so eventually, I gave in, got up and here I am, at a little past five in the morning, with my cup of tea and whatever rubbish there is on television at this time of the morning.
I'm not complaining really. I am more a morning than a night person, so for me, early morning is the best part of the day, especially during the summer months, when it is light by now and the birds have been performing the dawn chorus for the past hour and at least I no longer lie awake telling myself that I must go back to sleep as I shall have to get up in x numbet of hours for work. These days, life is more relaxed, rather like Yorkshire Pudding's - a leisurely breakfast, followed by a longish walk with Paddy and then coffee with Keith if I don't have an 'early' morning client (These days 'early' is ten o'clock) and then on with the rest of the day.
But for now, I'm sitting here waiting for the day to begin and the birds to start singing.