Insomniacs Inc.
Hello,
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Well, here I am again, up in the middle of the night….almost quarter to three, no-one in the place etc…..as Frank Sinatra used to say!
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I did go to bed sensibly at half past twelve, but Big H came with me and lay there reading for longer than me.
I tried to go to sleep but I missed the mood, and woke up again instead, then had to lie there with the room all lit up when I actually like to go to sleep in the dark.
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Big H eventually put his bedside light off but the situation rapidly got worse because he decided to give one of his masterclasses in shuddering.
So there I was, wide awake, timing his all-body shudders, which take place every twelve seconds and make the bed bounce….like clockwork.
That passed another interminable passage of hard time until I eventually decided to just give in and get up.
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Of course that made all of my silver bangles rattle, and there are a startling number of them, which woke Big H up again.
‘What are you doing,’ came his plaintive cry.
‘Getting up,’ was the extremely grumpy reply.
Ah, the joys of married conversation!
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So anyway, I am about to go downstairs and make myself lots of toast and Marmite and a huge pot of tea, as a sort of edible consolation prize for myself.
Now I shall not only be tired, I shall get fat as well!
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Tomorrow promises to be amusing though, because we are going out in the morning to have our fittings for the Georgian costumes….ready for the fancy dress party….and I am dying to see how they look.
Of course mine won’t fit will it!
Because of all of the night-time toast I have been eating, because I am turning into a bloody insomniac.
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I have just had a thought.
Perhaps I should invest in a sleeping mask, then I could pretend that the light is off and the room is dark.
It could be made of black satin, with a few bits of diamante on it, and a couple of tiny roses…. and a bow.
Yes.
That’s a plan!
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Have a good day tomorrow (today now) yourself.
And I wish you a good night’s sleep tonight too.
J.
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