I had a strange experience this morning.
Went to bed last night and had a grand sleep.
Woke up this morning, but instead of being in bed, I was in my armchair, fully dressed.
This confused me for a moment, so I had to try to work out what happened.
The first thing I noticed was that I have a plaster stuck in the crook of my elbow. That definitely wasn’t there last night. Then I vaguely recalled something about an alarm call, so I checked my mobile phone [which in fairness is more of a mobile alarm with an added bonus function of being a phone]. Sure enough, there it was – I had set my alarm for the ungodly hour of half eight, with a note that I had an appointment to see Doc.
It all came back to me.
Indeed I had got up. I had driven down to the village. I had my appointment with Doc who wanted to take some blood tests [he’s checking me for Kennel Cough again]. I bought some milk and came back home and carried on my sleep in my armchair.
It’s a trick I developed in my student days. If I had to do something early in the morning [say, before 3pm] I used to only half wake myself up, do whatever it was and then go back to sleep again. It appears I haven’t lost the knack.
It’s good that I retained something from my college days anyway?