… I had the sleep for which I’d been waiting for a few weeks.
It was quite early last night that I took to my bed and that was that. I vaguely remember awakening to switch off the laptop, and then nothing whatever until the alarm went off. If I had been on my travels during the night, I know nothing about it.
Not only that, I must have gone back to sleep after that because the second alarm at 07:15 awoke me yet again. It was rather late that struggled up to breakfast, where I was completely on my own.
Back down here I dozed off for an hour or so, and all of that constitutes the best sleep that I’ve had for ages and I’m so grateful for that. And once I’d come round afterwards and gathered my wits, which doesn’t take too long these days, I attacked the photo and the text for yesterday’s blog. I’d gone to sleep last night without having even started it.
During the course of the morning I had a chat with Liz and with The One That Got Away, and that took me nicely up to lunchtime, when I encountered one of my housemates downing a bowl of soup.
Excitement this afternoon though. The guy who used to live here sent me a message to say that he was in the bar down the road, and would I like to join him? Regular readers of this rubbish remark that I need to get out more often, and this was a good chance.
However, I didn’t stay out too long because Morton were playing Rangers and I was hoping to find it streamed somewhere on the internet (which it wasn’t). But in any case, it was just as well because they lost. The only pne of the teams that I follow who did manage to lose this weekend (Crewe Alex, Bangor Ciy and OH Leuven all managed to win).
This evening I made a pizza and garlic bread for tea, and they were delicious.
So after my nice relaxing day, I’m going for another early night to see if I can have as good a sleep as I had last night. That was wonderful.
