So I stayed up all last night, until about 5am when I decided to call it quits because I needed a wee and couldn’t be arsed to come back down afterwards.
It was surprisingly easy to stay awake all night, just happily playing games and listening out for cats coming a-calling.
Which it did, at around 2am. It rattled the cat flap for some time, but never made it inside the house. And it didn’t return again – I even put the trail camera out on the back step at some ungodly hour of the morning to try and capture anything else happening.
Nothing else happened. It was very much an anticlimax as far as that went. But then, nothing really seems to happen whenever I stay up or put a camera out or whatever. It just happens when we sleep normally, and a cat comes along and pisses all over Carole’s bag.
I went to bed at 5am.
More or less as soon as I got into bed, Peppa – who was fast asleep on the couch – came to join me. She bounced across my trying-to-get-to-sleep-form and then stuck her face right into mine, pressing her cold nose against the tip of mine and then tried to bite my arm.
So that was fun.
I did drift off, eventually. I think I managed to sleep until somewhere between 8.30 and 9am.
When next door started having a new boiler fitted. Primarily, it sounded like, with just hammers. Lots of hammers.
I think I got three hours sleep.
I’m sure this won’t come back to bite me in the arse…