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I was pleased with myself last night for actually getting to bed before midnght. I dozed off to the radio, listening to the World Service as if it was after 1am, my more usual bedtime.
I woke up suddenly feeling deeply disturbed, and for a while thought I was on the edge of an unquantifiable nightmare. I felt as if I had been shaken, though the sense was more psychological than physical. I checked the time - it was 12:56am, so I'd not been asleep long. I'd left the window open, and the air was shrill with the anguished cries of the four-legged or winged (or quite possibly four-legged and winged) denizens of the Glyme valley. I wondered if someone had broken into the flat, but once the window was closed all was quiet. I had a glass of water and went back to bed, but not before turning the radio on again, and resorting this time to Radio Five Live. There, the presenter of Up All Night announced that the station was being deluged with text messages, e-mails and phone calls reporting an earthquake. All was explained, perhaps...
I woke up suddenly feeling deeply disturbed, and for a while thought I was on the edge of an unquantifiable nightmare. I felt as if I had been shaken, though the sense was more psychological than physical. I checked the time - it was 12:56am, so I'd not been asleep long. I'd left the window open, and the air was shrill with the anguished cries of the four-legged or winged (or quite possibly four-legged and winged) denizens of the Glyme valley. I wondered if someone had broken into the flat, but once the window was closed all was quiet. I had a glass of water and went back to bed, but not before turning the radio on again, and resorting this time to Radio Five Live. There, the presenter of Up All Night announced that the station was being deluged with text messages, e-mails and phone calls reporting an earthquake. All was explained, perhaps...