Don't you just hate it when you go to bed absolutely shattered, then spend the night tossing and turning and wishing you could sleep?

This happened to me last night. Hubby and I sat and watched a couple of DVDs, then feeling tired, me nearly falling asleep, we headed off upstairs to bed.

Of course, he went to sleep straightaway, and I was just starting to doze off when I heard a noise outside. Now obviously it will only be the animals moving outside, I know that, but my brain had other ideas. It is dark, so needless to say, my mind went on a whirlwind of theories as to what the noise was. I eventually got up and walked about the house, then, once my mind was a rest that we weren't being burgled, that there weren't any giants, ghosts or poltergeists or other nasties waiting to attack us in our beds, I crawled back to my duvet and settled down for the night, whereupon I tossed and turned, and tossed some more.

I couldn't sleep and as it turns out, neither could hubby who apparently I had disturbed when I had got out of bed to do my search!

Oh well, Just having a cuppa and seen hubby on his way to work, may just crawl back to bed for an hour or two!