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Tag: Sleep

  • Awake

    I’ve been awake since 3am this morning and I’m not that bothered. For starters, I’ve no idea what woke me up. The apartment was silent. I was just awake. No illness, no stress, just awake. After tossing and turning for about thirty minutes, I gave up and started to read. After an agonising ninety minutes,…

  • Spring

    Spring has, allegedly, sprung. Meanwhile in London, it’s dark, windy and very wet. I’ve been up since 5am, so I can catch an early train down to Brighton. I’m working down there today – the first of three client visits this quarter. And I ever so slightly regret agreeing to a 9am start time. Anyway,…

  • Repeat offenders

    So… the upstairs neighbours were at it again last night. Or should I say, this morning. They came home some time around 3:30am and by 3:50am, their music and singing woke me right up. A quick trip down to the concierge later, and she had a word with them. But it took them a full…

  • Email

    After six hours of very interrupted sleep, starting this morning wasn’t the easiest. But I had a big event to run as soon as I got into the office, so that was all the motivation I needed to get out of bed and get the day started. Unfortunately, I arrived to an in-box of absolute…

  • Awake

    It’s 0730 and I’m sitting on my sofa, sipping a coffee. Courtesy of my neighbours from hell, I’ve been awake since 0530. Which is not the best start to a Saturday morning. They came home from clubbing a little after 0500 and – as you do – went straight out into their balcony to continue…

  • Torture

    There’s a reason sleep deprivation is used as torture. I was woken by my antisocial neighbours at 2:30am this morning. There’s an epic saga about their behaviour, stretching back months. It involve parties, throwing stuff off their balcony (on the 37th floor, no less) and abandoning their rubbish where they like. Suffice to say, they…

  • March is for movement (and moderation)

    As discussed in some depth, January was all about going dry. And it was so, so easy. February, in comparison, was slightly damp, enabling me to compare the before and after, and reminding me that age has robbed me of my capacity to process alcohol. In other words, suffering crippling hangovers after just a few…

  • Dry January: one week in

    It’s been a week of no beers (or anything else booze-related) and, as predicted, it’s been a breeze. To be fair, I’d be worried if I couldn’t go seven days with consuming alcohol. But even a week has demonstrated some benefits: I’m sleeping better and feeling ever so slightly less… ‘prosperous’ around my waist. The…