Ah, sleep.
I will never again overlook the glorious feeling of refreshment that follows a night in your tender embrace! A night without waking up in a cold sweat at 4am, a night without raucous crows calling at first light, a night without the pounding-pounding techno music beloved by the wankers in the flat below...
After seemingly endless nights of poor quality slumber (not helped by several evenings out on the trot indulging in cocktails & rich food), to remain unconscious through the whole of last night was marvellous. I have felt like a reanimated corpse most of the week - despite taking up 'berococca' supplements (the 'fun' way to take vitamins apparently).
Today has been spent taking in some fresh air - well, as fresh as Manchester air can be - baking cake, doing some art, and generally giving my body some r&r after a knackering, crazy ol' week. I needed a few hours locked away without human company in order to recharge my ailing batteries.
On that note... am off to make the most of the last hour or so before the OH returns from work.
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