Naturally, this week I am exhausted. It's not helped by the fact that I have terrible insomnia, or rather not so terrible; one night, every time I started to fall asleep I was awoken by memories of hilarious things (like the pigeon making a nest in Alan's trousers when he left them to soak and went off on holiday for two weeks, postings passim) or jokes (some very silly stuff on Twitter).
I'm on my third cup of coffee today. I wonder if that is the culprit?
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