Having played cards last
night I was rather late to bed. I dropped off immediately, but was
woken by "er indoors TM" coming
home an hour or so later, and that was it for the night for my
sleeping. When I go to kip I drop off right away, but once woken I
have serious trouble getting back to sleep. Exactly the same thing
happened the night before when "My Boy TM"
came home quietly.
Over the last two nights
I don't think I got more than five hours sleep, and bearing in mind
that the ongoing sinusitis has me more bunged up than a bunged up
thing, I wasn't feeling in tip-top condition today.
So this evening I did
something which was quite out of character: I sent my apologies to
the astronomy club. To be honest I wasn't overly fussed about the
planned activity for the club tonight: the film society was going to
play the film of Apollo 13 and charge us four quid each for the
privilege. Much as I would like to have met up with everyone tonight,
I wasn't really feeling up to it.
So instead I stayed home
and did the ironing. Whilst ironing we watched the BBC's latest
adaptation of "Great Expectations"; quite
watch-able, even if I had no idea what was going on for most of the
time. That Miss Haversham was as mad as trousers....
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