I am thoroughly cheating today, because it has been a long weekend (baking, school fete, kids birthday party) and I am tired.
But as a diagnosed apnoea sufferer, I can declare without reservation that a good night’s sleep is the best thing there is.
Especially after all the cake I’ve eaten.
I’m a night owl. I tend to stay up too late, almost compulsively clinging to the serenity of a quiet house and the freedom to indulge in whatever unsuitable-for-other-family-members entertainments I like. In practice, it means I can keep up with a couple of TV shows I like, at the cost of waking up at six each morning grumpy and trashed – ready for a brand new day.
So tonight, I’m not. Sleep well, dear friends. Whether your preferred mode is to cuddle up with a book and herbal tea, or one last tipple of something fiery and relaxing, or, like me, by jamming in a couple of nose plug and pumping air down your half-collapsed trachea, I wish you the very best night’s sleep.
For tomorrow is Monday, alas.