Now about this Mr Sandman. My memory of him from childhood is that he's supposed to come along at night time and blow sand in your eyes to help you sleep. How an eye full of sand is supposed to induce sleep I don't know but at the time I never used to question these things. I can only assume he's been doing his job for the past 50 years without fuss as I'm normally sawing logs almost as soon as I my head touches the pillow. And I can't see him going on strike after all these years but one can never tell.
More likely his last batch of sand was faulty - last night's dose only lasted till 3.30am and then I lay awake not minded to emerge from my warm cocoon. I'm sure the neighbours wouldn't have appreciated me banging about the house at that time anyway. I can only assume that Mr Sandman came round with a second delivery later on because when I finally started to think I might officially start my day I found myself fast asleep again. Well not exactly found myself asleep, a more accurately I found myself waking three and a half hours later at a quarter to ten. I was nicely refreshed by that time so maybe the second batch of sand met the quality standards.
Well time I posted this and settled down ready for the next delivery, even if it is late.
