Sleeping has never been a bedfellow of mine. As a child I used to envy my sister Christine  who could sleep through the morning. Sometimes into the afternoon.  ”The early bird catches the worm” or “the best part of the day” are in those categories of phrases that have been dreamt up to make people who are thoroughly pissed off about a situation somehow feel better.  The “best part of the day” is late evening at a friend’s house when the banter is flowing, not six o’clock the following morning, sitting in the lounge in a tiger suit with only a guinea pig for company. Continue reading →