Dangers of celebrating
Yesterday I handed in my last assignment for my Masters degree. I feel so relieved and truly amazed to have got this far (although happier once I know I've passed). To celebrate, Rowan and I went out for supper last night (courtesy of my Mum who is staying with us for a few days). We celebrated in our usual outrageous style. A trip to a bookshop followed by a coffee shop. 'Yes, let's get our own decadent chocolate fondant each', we cry, 'It's a celebration after all!' And yes, with a pot of earl grey tea on the side (of course, what else?). After 9 pm. Bad, bad move. I was awake until 1.30 am. And had to get up at 6.30 am to get ready for work. It was a looonnngg night. Followed by an even longer day. Why couldn't I sleep? 1. I'm really not used to eating rich food 2. I can't cope with that much chocolate and caffeine so 'late' in the day 3. We are just getting old. Now, as I'm sipping my herbal tea at 8.30 ...