I don’t sleep. Or rather I don’t sleep much. Last night it was definitely after 4am before the sleep fairy came a’calling and it’s been a while since I dropped off before 2am. Needless to say, I’m knackered. I look
Dear Mrs Headmistress*
I hope you are well and enjoying your Easter break with your, no doubt, very well behaved children, who eat and sleep on command. Please don’t consider the following a complaint of any kind, I have no wish to jeopardise
mmmmm, sleep…
Time was that sleep was an irritation, a necessary interruption to life’s great adventure. Nights out would begin with a phone call or knock at the door and end sliding off a night bus in time to grab a shower