It's been a sleep deprivation week. Sunday, Monday Tuesday brain was in writing mode - so the ole sleep thing was a bit of a joke. Wednesday Council meeting then Mum and Dad coming to stay after seeing a concert in town. Their battery went dead - so instead of getting in around 10pm the didn't get in until midnight.

I haven't been able to make up the sleep at the other end either. There's been gardeners in working on Tom's garden. Given that the bedroom I'm sleeping in faces onto the backgarden with a large glass wall this means that I have to be very sprightly in the mornings in order to avoid having a team of young men working on the back shrubbery while I shower and dress. How can people start work at 7am? I checked - they finish today - tomorrow I can sleep in.

Last night climbed, ate dinner went home and tried to edit the short story I'm working on. Realised that sitting at the table with one's nose on the story and eyes closed was probably more like sleep than editting and went to bed.

This morning no Weet Bix. They got finished yesterday when Mum and Dad were in for breakfast. I hate not having my Weet Bix. Really hate it. Sometimes I eat Muesili - but I always come back to Weet Bix. Always - except this morning. Grrrrrr. I went to the supermarket last night - why didn't I think of buying Weet Bix? Why? The entire day is likely to be surrounded by dark clouds as a result of this anomoly.

Hmmmm chocolate might fix it. Must go visit the machine. Not the same as Weet Bix - but could get me through.