No, I am not friends with 4am. I don’t do early mornings or seriously late nights anymore; let’s qualify that, I never ever have been an early morning person and staying up (out) til dawn is a country far far away lost in the mists of time. So why am I awake? I’m being treated for a chest infection using steroids and antibiotics (sounds a bit OTT but I’m a bad asthmatic so it’s par for the course…) The steroids are amazing in one way because my usually quite blotchy and excema prone skin clears up a treat. But the downside is they make my metabolism race and at 3.30am I woke up hungry, even though I had a late dinner at 9pm because I’d been at a council meeting… Now, I’m a plus size and although I’m definitely in a just like who you are and don’t worry about it phase I could do without wanting to eat at odd hours. I tried to ignore it but I had to give in and I’ve just had my breakfast! I’m knitting some rows on my new socks before going back to bed:
Mollie always starts the night upstairs and invariably migrates back to her cosy bed downstairs at some point during the night. Earlier, I found her cuddled up with her teddy!