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caddymanIt is quite easy to get into a routine whereby five or five and a half hours a night asleep is generally enough to get by one provided that you top up from time to time when you feel really tired. One of the more baffling aspects of life is the fact that if you decide to go to bed at a more conventionally reasonable hour, though you don’t feel especially more tired and get an extra hour’s worth of the old dreamless, then you wake up feeling as though you went to bed five minutes ago.
That’s what happened to me last night. I decided that there was nothing I needed to faff around with, so showered and went to bed about midnight. I was probably asleep by half past and certainly no later than twenty to one. I woke up just before my alarm went off and then proceeded to lie with leaden limbs for another thirty-five minutes before getting up ahead of the news bulletin on the radio. After breakfast, I could quite easily and with not even the slightest feelings of guilt, just gone back to bed and slept for a few more hours.
Luckily the tube was filled to the brim with every school child under the age of ten this morning on another of the increasing number of school trips that keeps the little brutes out and about and learning nothing. The noise meant that whilst I doggedly sat with my eyes shut, the din meant I couldn’t doze off and risk riding the Northern Line from terminus to terminus all day.
I am nicely awake now, in the early afternoon, but even the first hour in the office was a trial.
That’s what happened to me last night. I decided that there was nothing I needed to faff around with, so showered and went to bed about midnight. I was probably asleep by half past and certainly no later than twenty to one. I woke up just before my alarm went off and then proceeded to lie with leaden limbs for another thirty-five minutes before getting up ahead of the news bulletin on the radio. After breakfast, I could quite easily and with not even the slightest feelings of guilt, just gone back to bed and slept for a few more hours.
Luckily the tube was filled to the brim with every school child under the age of ten this morning on another of the increasing number of school trips that keeps the little brutes out and about and learning nothing. The noise meant that whilst I doggedly sat with my eyes shut, the din meant I couldn’t doze off and risk riding the Northern Line from terminus to terminus all day.
I am nicely awake now, in the early afternoon, but even the first hour in the office was a trial.