Sunday 26 February 2017

Apologies for absence

One of the dozen Siskins who were on our Damson tree feeders yesterday.

I have had a busy week.  We have been to auction, restocked the Unit, done a Tip run with 30 years' worth of plant pots, had the builders here, watched frogs, listened to the wild birds and kept them stocked up with seeds and nuts, read (currently 2/3 of the way through my first Val McDirmid which I'm enjoying) and I have been sleeping very poorly.  One night I was so tired, yet fell asleep for just 10 minutes, and then lay there awake for the next 5 hours . . .  Other nights I have slept until 2 or 3 and then been awake the rest of the night.  Or I got up and went downstairs for a couple of hours in the middle of the night. You get the picture.

Today I am off down to Hampshire.  One of my mum's sisters has died and I am attending her funeral tomorrow.  I shall be staying with Middle Daughter G, in Portsmouth.  She, however, is working, so I have to kill a few hours after arrival tonight and then we have to be back in Portsmouth so she can do the evening shift after the funeral so won't be able to linger.

I'll be back on Wednesday.  Play nicely.


  1. What a busy life, do take care. X

  2. Once this is behind you I hope that a normal sleep pattern returns.

  3. Sleep patterns must be somehow locked into us--a genetic thing. My son and I were discussing this last evening--how one can be so tired, longing for sleep and yet it eludes us. At least when I can't sleep I'm quiet about it--no racketing about in the wee hours.