Dream. Dream. Dream.....

I have just kept half an eye on a BBC programme about sleep - lack of it and how to sleep well. I am the worlds worst sleeper. I have tried absolutely everything. Valerian, Night All, Lavender, Hypnosis, Sex, Walking, Exercise, Fresh Air and I cannot sleep. I also tried Alcohol but the consequences the next morning are not worth it!  Apparently the new thing is fasting. If you are on a long haul flight you should fast and this allegedly works. Fasting will be my next experiment. I guess I will have to give up my cream crackers and Imperial Mints!

I think my problem is actually getting to sleep rather than sleep itself. Once I go to sleep, I can sleep for England, the entire World, in fact! My mind will not shut down and I long for sleep to come naturally. When we were on the barge on Folk on The Water, The Dutchman and Penfold amazed me by being able to 'drop off on a washing line' for a 20 minute power nap. At one point Penfold actually lay down in the sun, on a lovely grassy bank, surrounded by 200 odd people and a few live bands and was snoring peacefully when I came to wake him up for Dinner. How did he do that! Similarly The Dutchman was able to snooze for exactly 30 minutes and get up and function! They are ex- Military men, please, please teach me your secret!

I have whacked the arm so have had to take some painkillers and my sleep patterns are all over the place at the moment. For instance, I was up at six this morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. Absolutely frustrated that no one was up to talk to me. This was a result of two days of painkillers and one sleeping tablet. I do take them, as rarely as I can, as they are pretty awful and  I would rather not. It seems that I am at odds with the World Time Clock....

At about 11 am I lost my sense of  humour as the arm was bad and I waited with gritted teeth until I could pick  The Git from the train station at about two this afternoon. By the time he had his hair cut, it was about 3.30 when we got home. Note - the Barbers was full of boys pulling similarly dreadful faces as they had their bright pink/blonde/purple and Mohican's cut out for the new school term. The Git nearly broke the mirror with his scowls.(Question - why does their hair colour affect their learning....erm..teacher quote.)  I took the painkillers gratefully and then passed out until six tonight! Poor Git, he had to wait for his tea. Now I cannot take a sleeping pill in case I do not wake for first day at school tomorrow!

I am very tired as I write this and I wonder how I will solve this? Should I ask Penfold to rub my back for a couple of hours until I reach Nirvana? I don't think so . This is my problem not his. The quest for sleep remains elusive. Advice please? What do you do to get some sleep when your busy mind will not shut down. All answers on a Postcard gratefully accepted.

Take Care out there.  I hope most of you are in nod land and having Sweet Dreams.

Namaste

Muse x