I’ve lost the knack of sleeping. I’ve been waking around half past five or six for a while and since I’m rarely asleep before midnight and often up much later, it’s not quite enough. This morning, I woke at half past three. It was quite pleasant, watching the sky lighten and hearing the dawn chorus from the start – a pheasant was the first bird to wake – but I’ve had less than three hours sleep and I love to sleep.
I’ve eaten breakfast, tidied up a bit and I suppose there’s no reason not to paint on a cheerful face and start the day.