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 It's been 7 weeks since the kitchen was started and it hasn't gone well.  That's why I haven't said much.  My lovely sister has borne my frustration - as well as doing my washing up - but talking about it just makes it worse.  However, the worktops are being fitted on Monday, so maybe the end is in the far distance, but in faint sight.

So let's leave that for now.  What I want to talk about is sleep.  It's been a long time since I slept well - in fact, it's always been difficult for me to fall asleep as I've always been a thorough owl.  I came into my own in the evening, even as a child.  My poor sister - yes, saintly Wink - and I shared a room as children and, though I'm 5 years younger, I was still chatting away when she was desperate for sleep.  But when my mother was unwell and incredibly difficult to live with, I started waking in the small hours, head bound tight with worry and this became a habitual problem.  I gradually coped better, but it's normal for a lot of people to wake in the night, as they get older, so wakefulness for several hours became part of my life.  

It was always advised that tv and screentime in general were Bad Things, so I stopped watching television or looking at the computer in the evening, for the most part.  Earlier meals, so I had at least three hours without food before bedtime.  It didn't help.  One or two good nights a week, but nothing better overall.  Recently however, I've been watching television again.  Nothing very engaging, just background words and pictures, on the whole.  I don't have a tv downstairs any more, nor in my bedroom, so I watch on the computer.  Since then, I've slept better than I have done for years.  In short, no one knows everything and what works for one person may not work for another.

The L'toft auction is on Wednesday.  By the end of the month, I'll have no excuse not to blog regularly.