Eight hours

I feel amazing this morning! It seems getting a proper night’s sleep really helps in not feeling generally crap and unproductive the next day. Who’d have guessed it?

Being tired from my run last night and having satisfied my daily urge to watch a bunch of people in a house in North London fall out with each other on TV, I went to bed at 10.30.

Does that make me not cool? Or just slightly more responsible that I once was? 😉