Had to stop in a lay-by and go to sleep before I was the subject of a Coroners inquest and that was at 6pm. So, delayed, I arrive at Mr & Mrs F's ex-farmhouse in the middle of endless moorland. Mr F goes into a similarly endless explanation about chimney problems; I have to draw a diagram. It's a classic case of building malpractice.
I drive back for 8pm without mishap, Isabelle is settling down with 'Property ladder', I leave for the Leisure Pool to avoid hearing any more chat about building work, swim sixty lengths drive back and get the end of 'The Apprentice', the bit where A. Sugar says 'You're Fired!'
The question is why am I awake now at 11.50pm, if I needed to go to sleep at 6 pm? Is driving just a form of hypnosis?
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