'Ooh, I woke up at 2.30 and thought it was five o'clock, then I couldn't get back to sleep,' said his Nibs this morning.
I'd just awoken from a dream where I was very noisily cleaning my teeth, but it turned out what I could hear was someone scraping their windscreen in the street outside.
'I had to get up and make some toast. i was so restless. It's horrible isn't it?' said his Nibs snuggling up to my shoulder and giving me a little hug.
'Yes it is,' I said, trying to sound sympathetic while inwardly thinking 'and try it five nights a week for a couple of months and see how horrible that is'.
But do you know, I slept rather well. And I did the night before too.
And I don't know whether it's all this lovely sunlight or I've shaken off the bug and his Nibs has caught it but I think I almost know what it is to be more than semi-conscious on a Wednesday morning.
Now that is a first for 2008.
