Nanna Smee

That's right, I am now officially a Nanna.

How you know when you are a Nanna:
1. It's Sunday night, and you're running 'round like a mad thing to make sure you have your lunch packed, and everything ready for the next day, so that you can turn your light out at 9pm.
2. It's Monday night, you've had a long day at work, you pike out early from a dinner for your brother's birthday, and once again, you're running 'round like a mad thing to make sure that you can turn your light out at 9.30pm.
3. You're out with some friends for dinner and you can't be bothered talking to anyone because you're thinking so much about what time you should be going to bed and what you need to do before then.
4. You wake up the morning after going out with friends for dinner and regret turning your light out at 10.30 - way past Nanna bedtime!
5. Your best endeavours to get to bed early the next night are foiled quite drastically and you are still up at 10.45pm. :( You are tired beyond the point of being able to hold a decent conversation... all because you've turned into a Nanna and should be in bed at 8pm.

If you've wanted to know how my new hours are going (8.30am - 6pm), there you have it. It's a bit of a dog. Catching the train, however, has been okay, since it's quite acceptable to doze while standing, and fall all over the person standing next to you. Not that they notice, anyway, because everyone's leaning on everyone 'cos the train's so packed. :D

Have also discovered http://www.sudoku.com. Something that keeps my brain ticking - a healthy alternative to coffee. I'll see how long it lasts before I resort to the liquid stimulation again.