Sleeplessness

I hate the evening before I have to go to Gatwick. I never can get to sleep for more than an hour or two, which means I'm going to be wrecked when it's time to go. I'll be even worse on the drive back. And I was hoping to do some sightseeing on the way home for a change.

Fortunately Simon is going with me, and he seems to be snoring his head off upstairs. In that case, he can do most of the driving while I nap.