My Books

  • John Donne (my best)
  • Shakespeare
  • Anything by Terry Pratchett
  • Lord of the Rings
  • The Little White Horse
  • Wind in the Willows
  • Secret Garden

Saturday, 5 February 2011

It's four in the morning...

Yes that old cliche of wanting to sleep and not being able too. What better way, I thought than to blog. Of curse my brain finished with a hundred ideas and sleep has beaten a hasty retreat to wherever it is that sleep waits for us  wakeful nights.

I was a great sleep walker when young and a talker too  according to Annabel who suffered most of my outbursts. I was apparently having a deep and meaningful with someone but to her none of it made any sense. Just think- it could have been the answer to all our problems.What a shame I could never remember any of it.

Just once, we were spending with Owen in Bhandel, we had shared nightmare about a runaway train and awoke crushed against the headboard clutching each other in fear. It was the same dream, at the same time. Extraordinary.

Seriously this 'ravelled sleeve of care' could do with a bit more ravelling and a lot less unravelling. If you sleep everything seems possible - if you don't the pessimism sinks in and the clouds descend.

So I hope you are reading this after a night of full and blissful sleep, in the sunshine with your coffee or tea. I am going back to trey and count a few more sheep - 5,000,000 at the last count!

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