Knackered

15st 7lb, 9.0 units. I am absolutely knackered. Really I am. I woke up at 3.30 this morning and could not get back to sleep at any price. The annoying thing was that The Boy was not crying, The Dog was not panting or having one of those dreams in which he runs like hell and barks to himself, and Mrs H was not going to work and therefore had not set her alarm for some unearthly hour in the morning. So all was set fair for a restorative long kip, apart from the fact that I was wide awake. I wonder whether drinking 85% of that bottle of Tasmanian pinot noir over and after supper last night might have been a contributory factor? I have always valued alcohol for its ability to put me to sleep, but taken to excess I do seem to recall a tendency for it to ping me awake again rather earlier than I would have liked. But I am talking an hour or so before the alarm goes off, not 3.30 in the morning, which is quite clearly The Middle of the Bloody Night.

Unfortunately the only way I can think of to test my theory is to drink another bottle of pinot noir and see if the same thing happens. I’ll probably do that anyway before too long, to be honest. At least, with a bit of luck, this post will serve as an aide memoire to compare the results.