The Sage has just left to catch the 9.17 Diss to London train. It’s blowing a gale and I’ve asked him to phone once he arrives at the station. I don’t think I’ll stop worrying until he arrives home this evening.
I’m staying put right here. He’s gone in my car and I can’t bike in this. I have no excuse at all not to catch up with all my work.
I went to bed early last night, before 11 pm. You know the saying that each hour’s sleep before midnight is worth two after? Well, it needs to be. Whenever I’m foolish enough to have an early night, I’m awake for ages in the small hours. Glad we moved the bed though – a howling wind from nearly 20 feet away is quite different from one right behind your head.
It’s odder than I thought it would be, being on the ‘wrong’ side of the room. I am, of course, on the same side of the bed, but it doesn’t feel like it.
I’ll go and make breakfast now and read the papers. No need for an early start, is there?