Hannah very kindly offered to have us or me around, this weekend. Teresa stayed home. I accepted the invite.
Hannah and the girls (Ali and Sofi) drove over to March, and collected me. We then went back, had a pizza supper, and I crashed out. I awoke about 9pm, and promptly went to bed.
I slept about 12-14 hours. This felt good at the time. After about a week of not sleeping pretty much at all at night. But mayhap I über-slept?
Anyway, back home, and I can’t fucking sleep, again. I’ve now drunk the last bit of alcohol – a small glass of red wine (a nice Rioja, as it happens) – not for pleasure, but in another failed attempt to knock myself out.
My only consolation is that I now have no more alcohol left in the home to abuse. But meanwhile, it’s 4.30am, on another sleepless night. I’m becoming one of those zombies I once encountered, working a night shift cleaning job in a shelter for the homeless.
And sleepless nights inevitably bring on my ‘get off the bus’ line of thought. Gaaarghhh!!!