I worked 12 hours last night in a dementia care home ( an experience in itself)
I came home at 0830- had a shower and fell into bed, exhausted.
various factors have stopped me from drifting off into a blissful sleep.
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of course is the bloody heat
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preparations are well under way for the local carnival and all I can hear is the music blaring out.
I am not appreciating Shabba Ranks and his 'Loverman' hit being played over and over again, with the occasional dance track thrown in ( 'She's like the wind' from Dirty Dancing but a much faster version)
I gave up and am now sat here, looking like death warmed up with it all blasting through my patio door.
I know im being unreasobale deep down. people should be allowed to party. Just wish I had something to knock me out!