Napping
I was never one for napping. To me, sleep was something you partook of while lying in bed - not a state that I ever experienced while sitting in an armchair In my old family home, after we had consumed our evening meal which is simply known as "tea" in Yorkshire, I often noticed both my parents napping. Comfortable in front of the fire and the television set, they would slip away from consciousness over the border into the land of dreams. One or both of them would start to snore - ever so gently but loud enough to distract me from the evening's local news on "Look North". They would normally sleep for ten or twenty minutes. One of the things that bothered me about napping was its propensity for hindering proper sleep when tucked up in bed. Napping can refresh us too much and if it goes on too long one might suffer from related bouts of insomnolence - perhaps entering a vicious cycle of sleep-related difficulties. But now, as I reach the very end of my sixt...