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Last night I woke at 2am – and that was the end of my sleep for the night. I was in a strange hotel room (strange to me, that is, not bizarre!), in an unfamiliar bed, anticipating an out of the ordinary day ahead. Today, I attended the memorial service for my dad in the OBE Chapel at St Paul’s Cathedral. I read one of his poems in the most beautiful of surroundings, watched over by Nelson’s tomb and the gravestone of William Blake. It was a stunning experience and extremely humbling.
Here are some of the thoughts that were running through my head in the depths of last night.
I suspect I’ll sleep well tonight, back in my own bed.
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– Insomnia –
Celebrating the life of… In the wee small hours A good night’s sleep, guaranteed Taxi at 9am Twenty minutes’ walk to St Paul’s Don’t forget the map, the poem No, remember them, not don’t forget What’s that light? Just the smoke alarm, guarding me It’s so quiet here, on the edge of The City I ought to – I should – My eyes are so tired I wish I was in my own bed I wonder if I’ll sleep before the alarm goes off? I hope it all goes OK I need a holiday Sunshine, a beach Space in my head Celebrating the life of…