The joy of text...

Earlier, I achieved the seemingly unthinkable.

I fell asleep before midnight.

I fell asleep before midnight because I was worried what the consequences would be had I not. (I am rather concerned about the whole marble losing scenario.)

Of course, it was not a particularly sound or restful sleep, but we insomniacs can't be choosers and all that, and it was very short lived too.

This is in no small way thanks to a 'friend' of mine (who is difficult to label, having lost many a marble himself, though in a much happier capacity) informing me that he was having a biscuit.

Really, I think this was information with which I could have lived without.

The method by which I was informed was text. Rather cleverly, I thought, I had switched my mightily annoying text alert to vibrate in the hope that it would not wake me from MUCH needed sleep should that much needed sleep arrive.

However, on my bedside table, which stands on a wooden floor, the vibration was so sudden, dramatic and generally LOUD that I woke instantly feeling sure there was an earthquake, accompained by a little flashing light on a silly pink device. No, then, not an earthquake, but an emergency, surely.....

....not.

So now I am awake, listening to August rain and unseasonable August wind lash the water against the windows and run in tear-like rivulets the side of the house, along the drive and into the gutter ... taking something of myself with it as it goes.