Sleepless
It's one thirty in the morning. I went to bed early - at midnight, confident that I would soon be in slumberland. But nothing happened. Sleep refused to embrace me. After an hour and twenty minutes, I got up and came back downstairs. Mug of tea and two ginger biscuits. D.J.Trump on BBC World News brazenly trying to smother criticism of his tax dodging. Apparently it is all "fake news". Shouldn't a president play by the rules? He even dodged Vietnam with a made-up medical condition. It is outlandish that the guy even gets to stand for president. I think there's two reasons I could not sleep. Firstly, the now regular Monday afternoon trip to a local pub to meet up with chums. I am just not used to drinking beer at that time and it kind of upsets my equilibrium. It didn't help that I had a half hour nap after our evening meal. Secondly, I am worried about a huge bill for repairs and upgrading at my daughter's flat in north London. It's as if she...