EngineerHer

Ye may have noticed it’s already Tuesday evening and it’s only now I’m writing a blog post this week.

There was a very, very important reason for this: I needed a break.

I got home from work late on Friday, got to bed at 8pm (despite a lovely bottle of wine waiting for me) and slept til after noon the following day. And yes, I’m highly privileged to be able to do this.

No kids, for a start. And a quiet house. I get it, there are lots of people mentally grumbling at the audacity of me sleeping for 16 hours.

But the thing is – I don’t sleep that long unless I actually need it.

Then, when I did wake up on Saturday, I felt like I’d been drinking the night before anyway. And drinking heavily at that. The husband swears he wasn’t force feeding me wine in my sleep, but I certainly had the headache. And the dryness.

Then to top it all off, when I woke up on Monday morning, at a far more reasonable 9am, I put one foot on the floor and nearly scream from pain. I had managed to hurt my ankle, in my sleep.

Apparently, this is what old age is.

So, I’m taking the hint. I’m doing as I said last week and I’m resting.

In complete shocking news to most people who know me or work for me – I’m doing as I say…

No major blog post this week. I’m focusing on getting back into reasonably health and steadying myself for the coming month.

I feel like an aul’ wan, sitting in a chair by the fire, pipe in hand, “I remember the day when I was young, I’d be out morn til night…” Ye get the idea. And I did. I could socialise when I was younger.

Now, apparently, I’m at the age when sleeping causes injury.

F. M. L. As the youngsters say!