Down with a bump

I now understand sleep deprivation as torture - and this is after having had three kids! Last night neither Stan or I could sleep - although I reckon that by 2.30 am with out Stan wriggling next to me I might have managed some shut-eye! So today I felt worse than a zombie and I am sure I shouldn't have been driving a car. I woke Michael early because I wanted an hour's sleep before the day really started but my mind was still racing and I just ended up bursting into tears and being generally very glum - you were right again Sasha - re-entry is pretty tricky! So now, a very quick bite of Friday night curry with the Roti Chanai I bought in Wellington and then hopefuly some sort of rest - Stan willing