All night long

Not a Lionel Ritchie song, but a post about things that go bump in the night.

Last night, instead of going to bed and getting up again a few hours later, I did the opposite - stayed up until 2.30am and went straight to sleep on retiring. I figured I could get at least 6 or 7 hours in that way.

I got an hour.

At 3.30, I was rudely awakened from a fabulous dream by Adam telling me the old girl had fallen over and the ambos were being called to come and pick her up again. I don't actually remember whether the dream was fabulous or not, but in movies it's always a fabulous one that the character is rudely yanked from and if it's good enough for them, it's good enough for me. Eh.

Eventually I got back to bed, but I couldn't sleep. I got up, I lay down, I read a little (the label on a pill bottle counts as reading, doesn't it?) and finally nodded off a bit after 6am.

Maybe I should finish that vampirical transformation and just sleep all day and roam all night. I'll let you know how I get on.

PS - isn't "retiring" a stupid phrase for going to bed. You go to bed to UNtire, not get more tired. Well, you do when you're celibate...