Over slept and a film review

Day something or other, I forget when I started this sleeping malarkey now, but it’s gotta be getting on for about a week. So far I’ve given up on the pain that is the uberman schedule and swapped to an everyman. The latter is going well, so well in fact that the SO and I decided to have a nice glass of wine with our pheasant for tea (dinner to you up yourself southern types). I didn’t have a lot to drink, maybe 3 glasses of Merlot, had a nap at midnight and finally settled down for my core sleep at 4:30, feeling fine. Woke up at 8:20 as planned, turned off the alarm, rolled over to get up and discovered it was 11 am! Somehow between switching the alarm off and turning around to get out of bed, I managed to fall back to sleep. Not good. In between that and my finally getting up, the postman rang the doorbell several times and the SO got up to answer it, with me sleeping through the lot! I’m a little surprised by this as generally I was feeling good. The core sleep felt like a proper nights sleep and the few short naps were generally keeping me pretty sharp during the day. I thought I’d cracked it. Hey ho, will set the alarm tonight and keep going. Even if I don’t gain much time, the increasing alertness is a defo bonus J
Film review – Ps I love you (no not you, it’s the rirle of the film). It starred Hillary Swank (fro million dollar baby) and some other actor types, including the blond air head from friends. The SO and I settled down to watch this expecting a bit of a rib tickler and simply put, it wasn’t. What it was though, was a good film, much to my surprise. The humour was intelligent(ish) and well thought out(ish), not a bad effort from the Americans. Sorry transatlantic cousins, you still think slap-stick is funny, you have a long way to go on the humour front! Anyway, this birds bloke snuffs it and writes her letters, post mortem. Well, actually he wrote them before he died and arranged for them to be sent at regular intervals. Generally it worked well. A bit muchy in parts, but not enough to retrieve your breakfast, so all is well.
Off to the market now to buy batteries for the sex toys. Need to keep those in good working order, to stop the SO from pestering me too much. Not that I mind the odd bit of squechly of course, but too much of a good thing and all that...
Later, shock horror, I’m going to go to the gym. It’s another thing I’ve been threatening to do for ages and it’s high time I carried out that threat. I’s a gonna git back in shape. Maybe not the full 6 pack, but at least not the full firkin any more. The way I figure it, I’m no midget now and if I hit the weights for a few months and montsa up, nobody will notice a remaining small barrel, when it’s got the full side of beef resting on it J

Laters...