After staying up until one this morning, I was wakened by the sound of a baby crying at about five thirty. It is literally decades since that sound has disturbed my sleep.
I lay there listening to the baby steadily sob for about ten minutes; and then I guess it was picked up and hugged. But of course I couldn’t get back to sleep and, I don’t know about you, but if I lay awake in bed for half an hour or so I am guaranteed to want to get up and pee. So I did that and then made tea and watched English soccer on TV.
Which is why I am still up, typing this, after I promised myself I would go back to bed as soon as I’d drunk my tea.
Good morning world!