There is a light that never goes out*
I got about two hours sleep last night. Total. I largely attribute this to my evening meal that consisted of Chinese food from Safeway including half a crispy duck. After polishing off this value-for-money treat, I was literally bursting at the seams. Four hours later, things were still digesting, my throat was dry and no amount of water could quench my thirst. It was like having a full-fat Friday Kebab from Marmaris (in Southampton). So at 2am I got up for yet another pint of water. It was at this point I started to suspect that other means were adding to my insomnia. For there is a light outside my bedroom window that illuminates our end of our four-house cul-de-sac. Last night it was enjoying be extremely bright and then really dim at frequent occasions during the night. Being a light sleeper at the best of times, this was a right pain in the backside.
So I tried to sleep, having guzzled yet another pint only to find my brain mentally composing this story for the pure fact that I could use the title of the quality *Smiths song with the video that sees Morrisey and crew cycling around Salford with their geeky 80s mates. At this point I slept. Two hours later, here I am. I’m tired and will be all day. I feel for David Baddiel, my last night is his every night.