I am so tired I could sleep for a hundred years, although even if I was offered all that sleep I would probably automatically wake up at 6:30 wondering why I was still asleep, and then be wide awake for the rest of the day. Dispite this tiredness I very nobly got up and walked the dog this morning after staying up far too late last night in the name of romance, and waited for Rob to come home from work. Why do we do these things when we already know we are knackered. A glass of wine doesn't help, and after just one I can offer no resistance to suggestions that are made to me. Will I ever learn?