I haven’t been sleeping well.  I woke at the crack of sparrows again after another disturbed night and threw open the curtains to see a bright red sky … a snow warning?   No, not here thankfully, it’s currently 8.4c.  It is the bitter north-easterly that makes it feel like Siberia where the temperature plummets to around -25c at this time of the year.

So I am counting my blessings.  I hate the cold, which is probably something to do with my grandmother’s Greek genes.    So, my life expectancy in Siberia would be about 5 minutes and my doctor believes he can keep me alive for another 20 years in this neck of the woods, despite the north-easterlies.

I thought his estimate of my life expectancy wasn’t up to much.  If I had been him, I would have added on a few years to ensure his patient was completely relaxed and happy when presented with his £60 consultation fee.  Saying ahhh has become so expensive.

So it’s hardly surprising that I have been having Sleepless Nights.  I am worried about how I am going to pack in everything I still need to do in a mere 20 years.

Sleepless nights these days don’t pose too much of a problem for me given that I no longer have to don a suit and go to work. However, being awake half the night inevitably has a knock on effect.  Being overtired is not helpful when you are intent on packing your bucket list into 20 years.

There are times when sleep deprivation gets the better of me.  I go back to bed with my Mac and whack off 3000 words under the duvet, but then I get stick from my chiropractor because it’s not good for my posture.

Everything is bad for you these days. Especially what you drink. Red wine used to be billed as being good for your heart.  Not any more.  More than two glasses a night, even in your Dotage and you are frogmarched down to the nearest branch AA.  I use Coca Cola to remove oil stains from my drive and even fruit juice is taboo these days because it is not as pure as it used to be. Thankfully it doesn’t suit my gut anyway, so I have every intention of sticking to wine on the basis of a little bit of what you fancy does you good and, if I drink enough of it, I might actually get some sleep.

Filed under: Expect the Unexpected, Getting Older, GOW Rant, Humour, The Dotage Diaries Tagged: A little bit of what you fancy does you good, Bucket List, Life expectancy, Life in your dotage, Sleepless nights