Who did it then eh? Which of you was it wot done it? It’s gone now and I can’t get it back. My full eight hours have scarpered and in their place I have fits here and starts there; a yawn here and a stretch there; a doze and maybe even a few hours laid end to end, broken by a full bladder, after which the various parts of my brain torment each other until day breaks.
Just what I needed on a day when I have to go to London; waking at 4 and then watching the various parts of my brain wrestle with each other until daybreak.
Lovely.
So come on, who was it? Who hath murdered sleep?
If it wasn’t Macbeth, who was it?
Kirk out
Sarada Gray 