old lag

It's always worse travelling East, apparently. I find myself wide awake at 3am, unable to sleep until 4.30-odd then effortlessly sleeping to 11 in the morning. In fact on the first night here all four of us were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 3am, reading, playing on small screens and prowling the silent night in a bewildered fashion. I've caught up with some good radio (ah, the BBC !) and writtten some fine lists that somehow seem less intelligible in the cold light of dawn. It will lessen, surely, or I'm heading West...

It's autumn and windy, colourful, the leaden skies threatening rain but so far not delivering. What's falling in abundance are acorns, which clatter on the roof above our bedroom ceiling like thrown stones through the (sleepless) night. Next morning grey squirrels nip about the grass below collecting them up and burying them (yes, they really do).