A lot has been happening here over the last while.

For some reason, life has conspired to throw a lot of appointments and other irritations at me of late, which has meant a lot of driving and worst of all – a lot of alarm calls.

Having worked for several decades you would think a simple thing like getting up at the crack of dawn would almost come as second nature.

Not so.

Since retiring, I let my body do the talking.    I go to bed when I feel sleepy and when I feel refreshed, I get up.  I eat when I'm hungry and I drink when I'm thirsty.  Gone are the days of living to any sort of timetable, and I feel a lot better for it.

Now I set the alarm for some ungodly hour like nine or ten and the result is that I am awake half the night waiting for the fucking thing to go off.  I just cannot sleep knowing that it is waiting there, lurking and sniggering to itself waiting for that little moment when I finally doze off so it can wake me again.

I have had a series of sleepless nights lately with that fucking alarm.  This morning however, I had a morning off and I slept like a baby until Penny decided that the nicest spot in the house for a doze was on top of me.  That was near midday so I let her off.  I even got up and let her out for a piss.

Things should be quieter here for the next few days.

The next major event [that I know of] is bringing Herself into hospital.  For reasons best known to themselves they want her in at a quarter to seven in the morning or some such criminal time.  This means I will have to set the alarm for around five or so, and seeing as I usually don't go to bed until around three, I have to decide whether to toss and turn for a couple of hours waiting for the fucking alarm or just to not bother my arse going to bed at all.

I think I'll run with the latter.