Toilet
I suffer intermittent insomnia, so when I get the chance to have a good night's sleep, I appreciate it the same way the starving appreciate a big dinner. So the other night I found myself curled up cosily in my bed, easing my way in that nice sleepy manner towards what I thought would be a deep, at least six hours sleep. Alas, it was not to be. I woke up two and a half hours later. This I'm used to. What got me, was that I'd spent those precious hours dreaming about … cleaning my toilet. I feel ripped off.