I go to bed some time between 11pm and midnight and get up when I want, usually at around 9am to 9.30 am. Julian will usually have been awake since 7.30 or 8 but I don’t hear him and we say good morning when I come downstairs, usually still in my nightwear – an old long-sleeved black t-shirt which is a couple sizes bigger than I am and an old pair of trousers which seem to have been some sort of jogging bottoms, not that I have ever jogged! The trousers are gradually getting very loose in the waist, not because I am thinner but because the elastic is ‘going’. A few weeks ago I decided to replace the elastic but found that the original is actually sewn to the fabric rather than in a little tunnel. I’m sure there is something I could do in the house-wifely way to make the waist a little tighter but, knowing me it will be a big safety pin!

Sometimes I feel a bit guilty. All the older people I know get up about 6am and go to bed, I suspect, around 9.30 most nights. I know I’m missing hours of sunshine, in the summer (if it’s not raining, which it seems to do very regularly, at the moment.)

It’s 11.10 pm, GST (Greenwich summer time). I’m sitting on my bed trying to make myself get ready for bed. Like other teen-agers, I keep putting it off and, anyway, I have to finish this post!

I can’t really think of anything to add to my post so I’ll just click ‘publish’, then have a quick look at my emails in case there’s anything important, and have a glance at the news to see if Great Britain or The Netherlands won the football (GB! hooray!), then look at the American news (who has done what) and…….then I guess I’ll go get ready for bed. 🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱

GOOD NIGHT, SLEEP WELL.