I don't think I'm a complete, fully developed insomniac. One of those people who don't sleep at all maybe one or two nights a week and instead they do housework, read, write or other time-passing things. However there are times when I just can't sleep at night. This is one of those times.
Last night for instance I was tired by 11.30pm. I know that's late for some but for me it's about normal. I went to bed, fell asleep but woke up within the hour. Then I lay there with my mind racing around. Around family matters, around things I'd done that day, things I'd done 40 years ago, things I need to do, things I want to do , things I should have done, things I shouldn't have done, things I said, more often things I shouldn't have said. Nearly always they are negative, worrying thoughts that fly around in my tiny little brain.
So I get up after perhaps an hour of trying unsuccessfully to get back to sleep. I am then back to my normal calm self. I'll read, or watch the telly, or sometimes I'll make a note of what was on my mind if it's something that needs to be done. Then after a couple of hours when I definitely can stay awake no longer I'll go back to bed and hope to sleep. Of course the problem then is that I can't wake up in the morning when I should!
I've been like this for a long time, so I can't even blame it on my age.
I know on the scale of things if this is my only problem then really it's not a problem at all. All the same though, does anybody else have this problem?
Talking about 40 years ago. 40 years ago John Lennon was my favourite Beatle. I thought he was gorgeous. I'm not so sure I was right about the gorgeous bit anymore.
Just for the record. I took this picture last Friday when I went to the Trafford Centre with Caroline, Tee and Charlie. It was in a shop window. It was life-size and I thought it was really cool. Oh dear, daughters, I've said cool again! They love it when I say that don't you girls?