The sad demise of the red devil

Today was the last day of work for one of the candidate attorneys I work with and the birthday of another, so I went in to work to have a celebration and farewell tea. I was nearly in my parking space when a horrible thing happened.

First there was an expensive sounding snap, then there was a more expensive and horrifying sqeal, then all forward motion ceased and then the motor died. It turns out that I could start up the bike again but the squealling just goes on and the bike won't drive.

I had to push my bike home because Yamaha cannot pick it up until Monday. Luckily on the way home is a long hill which I could freewell down, also my sister's house is about half a Km closer than mine so it is now safely in her garage and I am walking and catching lifts everywhere.

Now would be a good time for my dad to say "I told you so". (no I won't explain that he knows perfectly well what I am referring to.)

The Loneliness of Insommnia

To be awake late at night, and into the early hours of the morning, brings with it a kind of melancholy loneliness.

When you hav watched all the movies you possibly can and read all the books in your house then having an active and awake brain, becomes a liability.

There is nothing more lonely than an insomniac, all the world is sleeping (or so it seems) and I am the only one awake. If I wanted yo talk to someone I couldn't, I have to wait  for morning when they will wake.

In the meanwhile I lie awake with the thoughts in my head going round and round, wondering what I could have done differently and what I will do differently tomorrow, but the reality is that when sleep finally comes it will bring no change, because tomorrow, tired and wanting to sleep I will fall back into old established habits that will leave me awake and restless in the early hours of the morning each day.