It is 0240, the fish are asleep and I am not.
I would go sleep in the bath (empty of course) since that can be a very cold spot in my flat.
Unfortunately my bath was removed in 2018 to make way for a wetroom conversion....so no more "OMG its too bloody hot to sleep...AH! go sleep in the cold bath instead" for me
I have been looking whistfully at the aquarium...."would I fit in there...nice and cool (compared to my human blood temperature)...."
Alas no...that will not work cos I have measured the aquarium and me with the fish would make it severely overstocked and likely waterless too....since if I did climb in there, the water would immediately jump right out screaming.....ooops I meant streaming..... all over the carpet
So here I am stuffing face with flapjack cubes, sat infront of my oh so toasty pooter...sort of wide awake and thinking my usual laundry day (today) is going on hold for a couple days cos the use of the tumble dryer would definitely not be a very good idea....
Bloody British weather....why can't it be its usual miserable, unco-operative, normal self for a change.
...Notice how we Brits have a real knack of complaining about the damned weather...its never good enough, dry enough, cold enough, warm enough, wet enough, windy enough, foggy enough or snowy enough...then we get too much of something and everything and here we are complaining about it again...
Oh well now that I got that off my chest...I'm going back to my bed, grabbing the gel pillows from the freezer as I go so that I have something cold to cuddle...
Back later....maybe....