I have literally just woken up at 12.30pm after going to bed at 10.00pm last night and now DH is stropping around huffing and puffing like a 14 yr old Kevin n Perry tribute act. We're at our Caravan for the weekend and he went out yesterday afternoon to visit his friends around 4ish, leaving me on my own. (Not that I was bothered by that) I had a lovely evening, walked the dogs, made a lovely pasta salad for myself and had 2 glasses of wine. He text at 9.30 to say he was on his way home what's for supper and I replied I've boiled the kettle, you can have a pot noodle [grin][grin] and buggered off to bed. I really couldn't be arsed. I now feel as smug as a smug thing in a world of smugginess as that's the first time in donkey yonks I've had more than 5 or 6 hours uninterrupted sleep. And I don't feel an ounce of guilt for it.... Time for brekkie me thinks.[brew]