AND SO TO BED...
Insomnia last night. I watched the little red digits drop through the hours, listened to the tiny tabby from next door shouting the odds in the rhododendron bush, heard a couple of 3 am drunks a street or two away lamenting Chelsea's failure to stitch up Monaco yesterday, wondered what there is in the fabric of a brick-built 1950s maisonette that can make ticking sounds. Then morning 'creaked in on the squeaky wheels of birdsong' & I rose as a mummy from the tomb.
G,night...
10:19:09 PM 
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