4 hours sleep

4 hours sleep.  Nothing good ever comes from having 4 hours sleep.  Can't ever recall having a good day on such little sleep.  Sleep is so important.  Tom snored so loud I had to go to the spare room and shut both bedroom doors tight.  And then drown that out with my Apple Mac with a documentary on YouTube.  4am and I finally reached the land of nod.


Morning rubbish - managed to get to lunchtime.  Didn't feel sleepy, just rubbish.  Made homemade soup - mainly cauliflower, some carrots, onions and brocolli and a bit of cabbage, and some garlic.  Is that a veggie winter soup?  Dragged my way through the wretched pm, making it across the line at about 4pm when my folks turned up for a cuppa.


My parents are odd, well my mother is.  She has strong opinions on everything.  Today she was going on about the guttering needing doing outside.  She said it was coming through the stone walls.  I doubt that very much as they are 2 stone thick.  She recalled the time when my son jacked in violin, saying that his teacher Mr Cooper actually cried and offered to pay for his exam himself.  I'm pretty sure thats a gross exaggeration of the truth.  I tend to smile and agree with everything my mother says now.  It's taken me 39 years to work this out.  We used to argue every point strongly.  Now I CBATBH.


Watched a film last night about how they cloned people and used them for donations.  They completed their lives on about the third donation.  They were schooled and some worked, but they knew their purpose from quite a young age - to expect to reach about 30 and then donate and die basically.  Was not a feel good film.  I'm really glad I'm not a clone.  The film didn't work though as was set in 1967 and that just seemed wrong as they hadn't even invented transplants by then (well maybe bad ones).


Ate 4 orange clubs - 500 cals.
Compensated by only eating veggie soup all day other that that.
PMT is so bad that only choc will make me happy.
The rain is ridiculous.


Child 1 has a sleepover tonight.  His friend Monty has come round.  I like Monty. He's polite and small with a smiley face.  They are playing MW3 with headphones on.  Can hear what sounds like a crowd of SAS troopers coming out of the office.  Well it's hardly my office - it's been hijacked for teenage pursuits.


Am lying on the sofa and its 20.25 and feel very tired.  The fail of the EU zone is on TV, Syria uprising, drug cartels in Mexico. It's not helping my mood to be honest!


Cat is getting out of hand.  Cries every time I open the fridge for an orange club.  It's like some sort of food addiction.  Maybe she's got PMT and she needs some choc.


Tomorrow I plan to pack for London. Must remember A-Z or will be tragic.  Useless in London.  Am already considering what to wear - it's different how you dress when you go to England.  You pretend you are a woman of the world and try and look sophisticated.  It always fails. Better off being yourself...but already trying to plan what to wear, oh dear...


Roll on ten oclock, will go to bed!