Herself has to be up in Dublin tomorrow as she is due in theatre.

I don't mean an acty kind of theatre, more the bright lights, green gowns and facemask type.

It poses a drop of a conundrum though.

You see she has to report into the hospital at six forty-five in the morning, which quite frankly in my book is a time that should be reserved solely for insomniacs and burglars.  However, these things must be done which leads to my conundrum.  How do I get her there?

There are several options that I can think of.

1.  I could drop her up to the hospital tonight with a sleeping bag and she can sleep outside on the pavement.  I must say this is my favourite solution but I have a sneaking feeling it may lead to years of repercussions in the following years.  I would never fucking hear the end of it.

2. I could blackmail the daughter to bring her up.  If I discreetly dropped the word "inheritance" into the conversation, that might do the trick?  Anyway they would be bound to wake me so that sort of defeats the purpose.

3. I could book a taxi.  Damned expensive and the driver would wake me anyway.  That's out.

Now we are facing into the two least pleasant options.

4. I could set the alarm and drive her up myself.  The problem here is that I rarely go to bed before two in the morning so setting the alarm for five would catch me in the middle of my favourite dreams.  Anyway I tend to have a very restless night if I know I am going to be bombed by an alarm-call.  And don't suggest I go to bed early as I can never get to sleep before my going-to-sleep time so I'd just be tossing and turning anyway.

5.  I could just take a fuck-it attitude and forget about bed altogether. 

I'm torn between the last two and the last one wins out slightly on merit.  I hate tossing and turning in bed and three hours of it would seem like twenty four.  On the other hand I can doze quite happily in my armchair no matter what time of day it is.

One way or another, it's going to be a long night.