Sleepy Time

My Dear Fellow,

I wasn't sure what to write today. Should I talk about the neverending sneezefest that was my miserable day at work? Should I talk about the timewasting effers who can't decide whether "go paperless!" or "go digital!" is better on corporate branding? Or should I talk about my wonderful, wonderful osteopath who I think has CURED my headaches. She is like a miracle worker.

But no. I'm going to talk about Er Indoors and her funny habit of refusing to go to bed when she is tired. The problem is that this does not stop her going to sleep. She is insisting on staying up to watch "House Rules" - a renovation programme because tonight is "room reveal" night. But on the other hand she's missing it all because she's tired.

I keep pausing it and asking if she wants to go to bed. "Naaaaah," she complains, "I'm watching." Then she goes back to sleep.

The last time I asked her she said, "Maybe if I drink my coffee," and picked up her mug. So now she's snoozing while the programme plays with a mug of coffee precariously held in her hand.

Oh wait, she's woken up and conceded defeat. Room reveal can wait until tomorrow. I hope that Brook & Michelle win. 

Parsones