Somebody please scrape me off the ceiling
It’s 1.20 AM. Now it’s not unusual for me to be up at this time especially as ‘tis the season’ for weddings and some seriously long days slaving over a hot stove. What is unusual is that I actually finished work, put the children back to bed (for the 14th time), tweeted, placed the veg order and shut the doors well over an hour ago, yet I’m still up. Normal procedure is to complete everything, draw a breath and then fall dead asleep (preferably somewhere near the bed) until one of the small children yells ‘breakfast time’ in my ear.
So, what, why and where did this sudden energy come from? Could it possibly have anything to do with the 1 hour between lunch and evening shifts spent testing the new coffee machine???? First there were lattes, Americanos and cappuccinos (not really my thing but hey they had to be tried). Then onto the espressos with a brief interlude of mocha, followed by two types of ristretto.
Now anyone that knows me will tell you that I don’t do caffeine very well stemming from a nasty incident with a packet of pro plus many years ago. To cut a very long (57 hours to be exact) period of wakefulness short, not only did a single pill keep me alert, it kept me talking, non stop with only the odd breather whilst I burst into song. Since then, purely as a gesture to my fellow man, I’ve resisted the temptation of all energy drinks, pick me up pills and coffee.
That is until today, where I find myself with no-one to talk to but my computer whilst trying desperately to stop myself from waking the household with an impromptu rendition of something vaguely reminiscent of an old Dexy’s Midnight Runner’s hit. Haven’t been this excited about a new piece of kit since the installation of the tumble drier. Ok, so I don’t get out much these days….