...maybe I should get up?
Because even the sheep are complaining. They don't want to jump over the fence just so I can count them anymore. They want to sleep!
I know why its hard to sleep tonight - its partly because I was ill today, with a grim throwing up, staggering around and camping in the bathroom thing - and all I could do after that was fall into bed. So I did, in fact, sleep, from 9am to 3.30pm. It is also because there is no one else in the house, because my Dad has gone to Cambridge to see a childhood friend.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm very happy that he gets to visit John and Rani. He deserves to get out and see some friends, after the loss of my mother. He is doing great - not that he doesn't feel the pain, he does - but I am proud of the way he is getting on with it.
But you know how it is....when you're used to another person being around in the house at night....its weird...it creaks....
To look on the bright side, I have a week of the house to myself! I could do anything! Wild parties, have people over...
I think I'm getting old. When Dad said he'd be away, I thought, 'ooh, I'll catch up on the housework'
I think I'll join the sheep. Good night.
