A Hard Day’s Night.
Hi,
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It’s turned out cold and rainy again today.
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What a strange night I have just had.
At 1am I eventually went up to bed, taking a book with me, but although I read for half an hour I still was not in the least bit sleepy.
Eventually, as you do, I put out the light and snuggled down waiting for sleep to find me.
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But it never did.
By the time I had made and unmade spoons with a deeply dreaming Big H, then twisted and turned for what seemed hours, I decided to just give in and get up again.
I ate some cold pasta with pesto, accompanied by a huge pot of tea and then surfed the web for a time,
After that I sat down in a comfortable chair and wrote poetry for hours.
At 7am I went back up to bed, which I had cleverly left with the electric blanket on at setting 3, and sneakily got back in.
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It took quite a while to warm myself up enough to risk making spoons again, without anything too cold shocking poor Big H awake.
That did it and I fell asleep until his alarm went off at eight.
When I told him about my strange night he offered to bring me some breakfast at ten if I would go back to sleep again.
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That worked too and I managed a few more hours until I woke at five minutes to ten and sat up ready for brekkie.
It arrived on time.
I had two slices of granary bread with butter and Marmite, accompanied by yet another lovely cup of green tea.
Big H ran me a bath and then I got dressed and came downstairs again.
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This is all very excellent.
I like him feeling a bit better than he has for many years.
I had forgotten how fine it is to be spontaneously spoiled for no reason at all!
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Now it feels strange because I lived a whole other day during last night.
Perhaps I should not bother going to to sleep at all.
I should consider becoming a nymphomaniac….sorry….I think I mean insomniac.
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Although nymphomaniac sounds OK too!
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Don’t think we will go out today because of the rain and the fact that Big H is still very tired a lot of the time….but things can only get better.
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Have a lovely day yourself.
J,x.
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