There is one aspect of ageing that drives me to the brink.
Maybe it's not the ageing thing [I’m no expert] but the older I get, the worse the restless legs become.
For those of you fortunate enough not to suffer from Restless Leg Syndrome – or RLS as they like to call it – it is an insufferable thing where your legs feel like they have walked through a bed of nettles and are full of crawly little things that squirm and twitch until you feel like ripping your legs off. Sometimes it's one one leg but more often it's both. The only relief is to move the legs and for some really fucking obscure reason it only really hits when you try to relax.
For the last three mornings I woke at the crack of dawn [not Dawn, smart arses!] and this morning was the worst in that I woke before dawn at some hour that really should be illegal. I don't know why. I just did.
So now I am bollixed. I am sleepy and craving a nap. But as soon as I close my eyes the fucking RLS kicks in. Literally.
I am sitting here. My top half is screaming for a nap and my bottom half is craving for a ten mile run. Unfortunately by brain is in my top half so that's feeling kind of sleepy too, to put it mildly.
I really fucking hate RLS.