Since having babies, so over the last fifteen years or so, I have developed a rare skill of being able to snooze in the afternoon. The One o’clock News sends me to sleep everyday and I cat nap for about fifteen, twenty minutes. The midwife had ingrained in me the importance of sleeping when baby did, so I did. Trouble is, I still do. (It’s also been reported that an afternoon nap helps lower blood pressure, which has got to be good.)
Or at least, I did.
It’s eleven days since I last enjoyed a mid-day snooze. Since the Friday I travelled down to the Borders, in fact.
There has got to be a less painful way of breaking such a lovely habit.
I miss my snooze.