It's 4am....

....it's howling an absolute gale outside, the windows are rattling, stuff is crashing around outside, the trees are blowing wildly and I can't sleep!

Ok, to be fair my week of unemployment hasn't been particularly tiring and I don't feel I need the sleep in a big way but somehow it just seems 'not right' to be up and about at this hour on a Saturday morning!

More importantly I am creeping about like a fool trying not to wake 'himself' who has worked very hard all week and needs the sleep....why is it that at this hour even the kettle boiling sounds like Mount Vesuvius erupting and placing a cup on the worktop is reminiscent of gunfire?

Looks like there's only one thing for it, the quietest thing available to me is to sit here and surf for the next few hours....

Tough life! ;o)