I need to get to bed. Sleeping used to be so easy - I was hoping they were going to introduce it at this year's Olympics. I could sleep for England (or I suppose it's Great Britain really, but that's not what people say, is it? You don't say 'I could eat pies for Great Britain', you say 'I could eat pies for England'. When making unsubstantiated boasts about achievements that are not normally recognised as sporting it's important to specify which of the Home Nations your would be representing if it does become an event. Obviously.) once upon a time, but now I'm lucky if I get all the way down into REM sleep. It doesn't help that I drink too much tea and pop in the evening. My loo is just next door to my bedroom, but it is always so cold I don't want to get out from under the covers and so end up staying awake for an hour or so working up the courage to make a dash for it. Oh for a more sensible attitude and a stronger bladder.
Unhelpfully, I can fall asleep with great ease during the day. A wedding isn't considered a success unless I have managed to fall asleep during the evening do. I have been invited to receptions and the like purely to fulfil this function. I manage to fall in and out of slumber during films, missing whole chunks of the plot whether I'm enjoying it or not. It doesn't matter if I'm at home or at the cinema either. I managed to drift off toward the end of The Pirates! In an Adventure with Scientists the other day even though I was enjoying it immensely. I had to ask No1 son to fill me in on the gaps in my knowledge, which he managed to do admirably despite No2 son distracting him while he was in full flow. I think I know what happened now, but at the very least I'm likely to get a lovely surprise the next time I see it when I discover which bits I missed.
I very rarely remember my dreams. The last time I did was a week or two ago, and while I can remember remembering my dream I can't remember what it was about. That's not the point. The point is that when I do have a dream it feels like some form of spring cleaning is going on in my mind. I always feel a bit more refreshed if I've gone through some sort of nocturnal narrative in my slumbering hours, even if sometimes I can feel on edge if it's been a bit odd or distressing. I'd drink warm milk to get into that peaceful state of mind if it weren't for the fact that I think the effect it would have on my bladder would undo any good it might do me. A better diet would probably help too.
Ever since I've had children I've found it more difficult to have a lie-in too. And I love a lie-in. There's that unfortunate sensation now that when you get up in the morning you should stay up. There have been all-too-rare occasions when I have clambered back into bed and they have been blissful. But it's surprising how set against that sort of thing my mentality seems to be.
Ah, that's better. Just as I hoped. Talking about my night time problems has bored me sufficiently that I think I might be able to get to sleep now. Hmm, I do need to pop to the toilet first. Mind you, it is very cold. I don't think I'll throw back me covers yet. But I can't quite nod off until I've been. Cue another restless night...
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