I’ve noticed, and we’re only two posts in, that doing this Blogathon means that I will never be unsure of the time for during the next 24 hours. Each time I write a post, I am checking what the time is, and which particular half an hour I am relating to this time. This doesn’t really make a change because I am always aware of the time. It’s a rare day that I go out without my watch on, and at work, my eyes are always flicking to the clock on the wall.

Insomniacs are relentless about time, about night-time, because each minute is another grain of sand through the hour-glass and into your head for the next day. Time For Bed, David Baddiel I’m no insomniac, but I can understand that. I could not sleep at all last night. I grabbed an hour between 11 and 12, and then I watched the clock tick by until about half 2. The rest of the house settled into sleep, then I watched the clock tick by some more.