Miriam Parkinson

I haven’t come home sober since Tuesday. Or been to bed before 2am for that matter either. Then my sister/her cat/mum wakes me up at 7 or 8 or even worse, like Wednesday night, I simply don’t sleep at all (except in 1 hour intervals) because of an overly rich french meal involving of all things pancreas and snails in a sort of garlicky stew and a cheese souffle as my starter and far too much red wine. Very nice but not exactly sleep supporting.

Anyways the point of all this whinging is that I got to sleep in this morning… Well sort of… minus interruptions from Nay with her panics over an ill-advised home hair-dye attempt.

So I feel relatively human