Last night I went to bed at 10.30, woke at 3am and woke at 5am. The 2nd time, I was so convinced it was time to get up that I switched on my bedside lamp and lay in the brightness, clearing the sleep from my eyes.
Then I put my glasses on and looked at the clock.
Hmm!
However, there's something lovely about being awake at that time of the morning. It's so peaceful and still. I played my old game of 'what can I hear?' and heard the howl of an early morning flight, departing from Heathrow, the rumble of another arriving.
It was so quiet. Until I actually decided to get up that is.
Once in the bathroom, I dropped the heavy metal loo roll holder on the floor.
Crash it went, in the very next room to where The Girl That Can't Help Knit was trying to sleep.
I picked it up, put it back together and dropped it again.
Crash it went… louder this time.
Once in the shower, I proceeded to drop everything.
Crash it all went, including a giant bottle of TIGI shampoo, which landed on my foot and caused me to stumble backwards over my bath edge and onto the floor with a...
Yep, you guessed it, CRASH!
All this has left me rather nervously anticipating an email of complaint from my neighbour, but seeing as she was crashing around herself yesterday evening, I'm hoping she'll think better and just scuttle back under her rock.
I don't know why it is, but whenever I try to be quiet, i am noisy. Just like if I try to diet I eat twice as much as usual, and if I try to be myself – especially on dates – I become this crazy woman.
Now I'm on the bus to work and I'm trying not to fall asleep, so naturally my eyes keep falling shut.
So I think today I am going to try to be noisy, try not to be myself and try to sleep at every opportunity. And if that all goes to plan, it should be a very good day indeed.
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Good luck!
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