It’s just gone 7am. Inside chez Strachan tiredness reigns, outside rain….. well, also reigns. Thunder and lightning provided a cacophonous overnight soundscape; this backdrop ruining my attempts of slumbering peacefully. After this meteorological episode, if I adapted the operatic quartet element of Queen’s iconic Bohemian Rhapsody, I reword the line ‘Thunderbolt and Lightning, very, very…
Tag: tiredness
Uncle Reg’s Roasting Tin
The post flight back jet lag following my return from Toronto, early Friday morning, has kicked in big style. Today’s plateau of fatigue evoking memories of the tiredness I experienced when working nightshifts in my 20’s/30’s. I truly hated working the week of nights rostered into numerous rotating shift patterns endured while working three decades…
Fatigue
Being practically housebound in the aftermath of my heart attack has granted me significantly more time to focus on writing. My cardiologist’s orders to rest providing me with a perfect opportunity to concentrate on the literary job in hand. Negating against having to sneak twenty minutes of penmanship in here and there between everyday tasks,…
Not So Secret Squirrel
Wednesday 18th April – After a night kipping over at mater’s abode, it was an early reveille for yours truly today to undertake my usual Wednesday morning voluntary work at Wakefield Hospice warehouse. This gratis labour my small gesture towards thanking the people who so splendidly cared, supported and comforted my family during his final…
Yawning On A Yuletide
The last two nights have seen new lows in sleep longevity for yours truly. My body clock appears to have developed an alarm which, with the mischief of an advent ‘elf on the shelf’, finds it humorous to end my slumber at around 1.30am. Consequently, if it wasn’t for the caffeine infusing qualities of my good friend Douwe…
Sleep – Not A Right, A Privilege?
The levels of my overnight sporadic insomnia hit new heights at 2am this morning. Leaving my slumber at that time, I spent the next hour and a half writing a blog instead of the ordinarily prudent option of attempting to return to the Land of Nod. Laid in bed with my iPad, those ninety minutes…