Go to bed at one's usual time.
Gently drift off into the Land of Nod accompanied, as always, by the dulcet tones of Radio 4.
Suddenly get yanked back to the Land of Wide Awake and feel one's blood pressure shoot through the roof as a yell of pain assaults the eardrums.
"What happened? Are you OK?"
"Yes!" (hissed through gritted teeth.) "I caught my foot on the bathroom door."
Feel the pain as he hobbles into the bedroom...
Now thoroughly awake, lie there tossing and turning for the next two hours while the cause of one's wakefulness slips instantly into deep and peaceful slumber.
Plaster board and dust
So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them... -
I'm not generally renowned for my patience but I think in this respect, I have demonstrated a reasonable track record, but enough is eno...
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New Year - and diet and excercise loom large on the horizon, but now that I no longer have my dog, Lucy, walking has lost its appeal, altho...
2 comments:
The course of true love never did run smooth...
Work is a bugger isn't it? You go to sleep in order to refresh yourself for work when very often I'd like to read or write or play my guitar through the night...but there's always work there saying - "Get to sleep buddy or you'll feel shit tomorrow!"
Too true, YP. But the holidays are approaching.
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