Shattered
I got home last night at gone 9 after a hectic weekend and was absolutely shattered. There was no way I was going to get up for work on time so I made the executive decision that I’d go in late and work late (still woke up tired, but less so than I would have been at 5). Looking at my diary for this week I think this will be happening every single day (apart from tonight where I need to iron and do housework and Friday which will no doubt get filled). Perhaps I should leave next weekend free to reacquaint myself with my bed.
What’s the point in being acquainted with the bed unless there’s someone else to share the meeting? Sleep is, was, and probably always will be over rated.
Would that I had someone to share my bed with
Sleep is also not as overrated as one might believe.
And remember, it doesn’t matter how big your bed is, the other person is always going to take up most of it.
Always, but I get my own back by stealing all the duvet
I am an accomplished duvet stealer.