Four o clock, Friday morning

Life

 

Lying on my back with nothing but the Sandman to keep me company,

and now I’m wide awake.

Insomnia is not exactly a pain in the behind … more a pain in the back.

Having tried to go back to sleep, I’ve been observing the noises around me.  Normally, I’d be ignoring them, but for some strange reason my hearings honing in to every single noise around.  It’s like my head has turned into a listening station for GCHQ,  and right now it’s picking up everything.

The passing of early morning traffic going back and forth up and down the nearby Trafford road. The sound of early morning activity, taking place beyond the door…the clunk of a seatbelt in a delivery drivers cab, the whirring of an engine trying to beat the cold of a February morning.

The sound of the set top box updating its hard disk…better than any alarm clock. Updates at a certain time every Friday morning and is always on time. Why it’s got to be quarter past four…you’ll have to ask the broadcasters.

And then there’s my feathered friends…the birds of Salford quays,  flying over the rooftops on their way to the canal basins

And the funny thing ?  I’ve no place to go today! 😀 so there’s no need to be rushing about in a hurry.  Unless somebody phones my day is my own.

So despite the interruption to my sleep, I’ll be counting heffalumps upon returning to bed…

The one day I can happily lie in…and I’m wide awake.

You couldn’t make it up could you ? 😀