I feel like I should be in bed all the time. I’d be happier if I was. I swear we would all be happier, healthier and less likely to be dicks to each other if hibernation was a thing that humans did. I mean, look at Donald Trump (or The Fart, as he is known in my house). There’s a guy in need of a very long nap. It might make him a nicer person – Ok maybe not entirely, but it might at least make him want to ditch the bad hair, fake tan and vile rhetoric. The Brexiters on social media could benefit from a long lie in too. Being a hateful person must be exhausting, musn’t it?
Is it just me or does anyone else feel more tired as the nights get darker? Since the clocks went back I’ve been waking up in the morning and wanting to get straight back into bed again. It’s almost as if the bed is calling us to sneak back in, because let’s face it, it’s so warm and cosy in there while it’s so cold and not so cosy out there.
I can’t wait until the end of the week when I’ll be on leave for two weeks. I won’t be spending all day every day catching up on my sleep but I’ll definitely be making the most of the lie-ins.