It's been a quiet evening. Ro went into town to catch up with some mates and the Sage decided to have an early night. I've been sitting here since 10 o'clock knittting, reading and listening to music (Mahler, The Hold Steady and The Old 97's, if you're interested). Tilly is asleep on the sofa and all is tranquil. Well, except for the music.
So, why didn't I have an early night too? I suppose because I've never quite grown up. Going to bed early still feels like giving in.
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It's a well-known fact that the older you get, the less sleep you need.
I still need a good eight hours.
I got up late.
With the man already in bed, you could have had an "early night" any time after he'd gone.....knitting rocks!
I've spent my whole life refusing to admit that I was tired.! A bit silly, really...
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