I can't sleep. DH has decided the spare room is a better place to spend the night while I toss and turn. I'm running out of sides to turn on to. Classic Fm doesn't send me to sleep and nor does Elvis. There's not much happening outside, just one couple walking and a lone car driving by.
I can't sleep. I'm wide awake. I know every lump and bump in this bed and have relieved it of all the toast crumbs - well nearly all. They take some chasing.
I can't sleep. It will soon be dawn. Right, I've done the gazing at the mobile now so I'll go for another fight with the bed. Night night.