Bloody hell

Body has reset itself to being one that sleeps for 6.5 hours, instead of 7.5, apparently. I want to still be in bed sleeping but I am wide awake and blinking. Had very lovely time last night with J, she seems to be getting over her traumatic birth and was in a very good mood - my lamest witticism or bon mot sent her into fits of giggles. I felt like Oscar Wilde until I remembered that she's spent most of her time recently with only a baby for company.

It's a beautiful morning - sunny and fresh. I'm going to sit in the garden with coffee, hot buttered toast and jam, and then I'm typing up my fest story.