I can't get no sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep

I am writing this at quarter past four on Saturday morning. My train for work leaves in an hour and a quarter, and an hour after that, I’ll be presenting a four hour radio show.

I haven’t been to bed.

Correction. I have been to bed, but not to sleep.

I hit the hay at eleven o’clock last night, at the end of a busy week and a rare Friday night in. I was ready to sleep. Then, for some reason, I wasn’t. I played on my phone for a bit, read a couple of chapters of my book, then turned the lights out at midnight. And I laid there. Just laid there. “It’s ok”, I thought. “I’ll drop off in a minute.” I didn’t. An hour and a half later, one thirty now, I was still tossing and turning in a warm bed getting hotter by the minute, and less conducive to sleep,

By this point, Jo was, to her chagrin, also awake. She told me to relax, in a way that was anything but relaxed. It's pretty hard to relax when ordered to do so. Nonetheless, I tried to clear my mind. Without success; I mean, how does one clear one’s mind? You’re always thinking of something. Even when you’re trying to clear your mind, that’s something you’re thinking about doing, isn’t it?

Two o’clock. A bit of chilled music to soothe me. Negative. Problem was, I was listening to it. Actually, rather enjoying it, which kind of misses the point of the whole exercise.

Three fifteen. Enough. Downstairs for some coffee and the Sky Sports News overnight loop. Apparently, Ferguson’s retired.

Anyway, must nearly be time for me to go. Enjoy the show folks. And if it all goes a bit silent, you’ll know what’s happened.