It’s 10.36 on a Saturday night
And I’m in bed.
I’m in bed with a reputation that is starting to precede me.
Dinner-party done, table tidied, guests gone.
It’s only 10.36 pm and already I’m tucked up, amid crisp white layers of laundry-fresh bedded bliss.
Delicious it may sound, from time to time, either alone or with a significant [or not so significant] other. But don’t be fooled, this is no luxury. The Ten O’Clock Rule is a self-inflicted, self-regulated body-clock bootcamp. One that, might I add, is far from being relegated to school-nights only. No. The Ten O’Clock Rule has long since daily ruled this roost.
And it’s beginning to rule my life. Continue reading “The Ten O’clock Rule”