You didn't realise it was Christmas today, did you?
Well, erm, that's because it isn't. But it's the nearest thing to Christmas without it actually being Christmas. For this evening is when I escort my lovely wife to the West End musical The Sound of Music. It was my Christmas present to her, but you have to wait so bloomin' long to get tickets we're only going today.
The problem is that we've had another couple of really bad nights with practically no sleep, so I'm slightly concerned that I'm going to slip into a rather peaceful snooze during this evening's proceedings. Gillian loves TSOM, but I'm not overly keen myself (to put it mildly), but am looking forward to a trip to the theatre - it's always a nice experience. I just hope my snoring doesn't annoy anyone. If I do fall asleep, it's bound to be due to the fact I'm so tired (bit of a walking zombie today, to be honest) rather than being any sort of critical judgement on the show, or the performances therein, both of which I'm sure will be marvellous.
What's made the sleepiness worse today is that the air-con's broken in the office, and it's rather a warm day. I'm reminded of those student days, when you'd be out until really late and then find yourself the following morning in a warm lecture hall experiencing a coma-inducing lecture. Sleep would inevitably take over.
Here's hoping my lovely daughter will start sleeping properly again soon. In fact, I felt rather a large pang of guilt after my last entry where I questioned whether children were evil. I got home that evening to discover she really wasn't very well and had a fever of 102. Oh. That might be it then.
She seems a bit better now, but sleep is yet to follow.
Tonight. Please. Pretty please.
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