Today was busy. Bed changing . washing, shopping, paper-work and this evening an excellent choir rehearsal, 1st of 2012.
We did almost two solid hours of hard work including our first look at the Agnus Dei from the Faure Requiem which will, hopefully, be sung at Easter.
For a change, I am singing with the 1st tenors, easy for me vocally, no stresses on any part of the voice, and I think we will sound good.
Got home at 9.00 pm watched the concluding part of "Public Enemies" followed by QI. then toddled off to bed feeling sure such a hefty schedule would result in equally heavy sleep.
Not a hope. Too tired to sleep, my mother used to say.
Read for an hour, then went down and made some tea and switched on the TV. Oh dear, if day-time choices are often pretty limited, nightime ones are infinitely more so.
Channel hopped for an hour or so, turned out the under-stair cupboard and went back to bed even more tired than before. Stared into the dark for a while and thought, I know, I'll just see if anyone is around the blogs.
Deserted. All tucked up in their little nests like good little boys and girls. What does that make me?
If it were June rather than January, it would be beginning to get light and I could creep around the garden with secateurs, but being confined to barracks restricts physical activity.
It's times like these that I wish I could play solitaire.
Suddenly remembered something one of my reader friends (Perpetua I think) had suggested a week or two ago, fished out one of the radios which proliferate in this house and not very hopefully, expecting flat batteries, switched on.
It was an interview with a footballer.!!!
Have now completely lost the will to live. It's still only 3.55 am I can't get up yet. Oh I am up already aren't I?
The only sound apart from the faint hiss of this lap-top is an owl - a tawny I think - hooting faintly as he hunts in the tree-lined railway at the end of the close. Not even any traffic yet on the distant A41, Too early.
Might have something more interesting to impart by the next time - a few sleeps away - I surface, but for now goodnight er morning er day.