Manky Never Sleeps

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Oh, wotta night!  But Nox ain't been no lady...

Indigestion first - which I seldom get these days, but does the job all right when it turns up.   Okay, thought I: make lemonade from the sour things.  Found G K Chesterton's The Club of Queer Trades on LibriVox, lay awake listening to the first couple of chapters from it.  All hail LibriVox!  Gut stops trying to strangle me.  Ready to sleep.  Kipped.

Woke half an hour later.  The flickering through my window suggested that next door's kitchen was on fire.  Stumbled to investigate.  Very large and bright fluorescent, doing hammy and protracted death scene.  Cursed.  Now too keyed-up to sleep.  Chesterton again.  Another chapter.  Kipped.

Cop 'copter decided to spend the second hour of the morning waking up the neighbourhood by repeatedly buzzing it.  Not one of their worst efforts, but evil sufficient unto the night.  Cursed, etc.

Woke at five.  Time to write, eat a careful tea and toast, and shamble off to work.  To my great surprise, managed 410 decent words to add to yesterday's 420.  Porridge and dangly wizard sleeves don't mix; a new insight into Kateverse magic; trod unexpectedly on one of protag's trauma mines, and think it played out well.  400 words - about a close-typed page - is generally a good cruising speed for me, when I'm not in full binge mode.  On course to finish chapter by Whitsun, if I can keep this up.

Yeah, I feel like the cat's pyjamas!   Specifically,  the old set the moggy has appropriated for its comfort blanket in time of sickness, and will never find its ownership challenged again...