It happened even back in 1800's

I am back to being awake at night, so annoying because it steals my days.. Thursday it rained, what a surprise, raining in Wales!! So we thought, as we couldn't get out to the garden, we'd do some much needed cleaning.. All planned for when we got back from the hair dressers, atho' by the time we arrived home it was more or less lunch time. 

We sat with a cup of tea and then oooops suddenly it was nearly 4 o'clock! We had both dropped off to sleep, too late then to start the cleaning, as everybody knows OAPs knock off time is 4!

I was so tired.

This is John Keat's (1875=1821)

To Sleep 

.O soft embalmer of the still midnight!

Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,

Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,

Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;

O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close,

In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes.

Or wait the Amen, ere thy poppy throws

Around my bed its lulling charities;

Then save me, or the passed day will shine

Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;

Save me from curious conscience, that still hoards

Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;

Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,

And seal the hushed casket of my soul.

We studied the poems of Keats when I was in school and I fell hopelessly in love with him, just like teenagers love pop singers today!

Chrisxx