On reaching for the ordinary and finding nothing but stars ?

I have an airbed. It’s huge, and it leaks. Just a bit, but so that there is a considerable dent when I wake up. I pump it up before I go to bed in the evening and all is good.

This morning I decided to stay in bed after I woke up. I am a lady of leisure after all [..the exams]. I got up, turned the pump on, then off and heard an ominous hissing. I thought the plug wasn’t in properly, but there was no problem there. Then I noticed the hole.

It wasn’t a very big hole, but it was a noisy hole, and it was having a big impact. When I covered it with my finger the hissing stopped. When I took my finger away, I could watch my bedclothes sinking towards the floor.

I went on a hunt for sellotape.

What I found was a page of sticky stars.

Now I can lie in bed, knowing I’m protected by the stars 🙂

On thinking instead of sleeping

It’s half past midnight* and I am lying in a crisp white hotel bed.

I’m probably supposed to be asleep, although I know that lots of my peers are at the bar, drinking mostly, and talking.

The rest, including DB, went to bed a while ago and are presumably sleeping soundly. DB is snuffling more than sleeping, because he has man flu.

I’m not asleep, yet, because I have to think.

I have come to the conclusion, that, despite not actually having an answer, I have an excellent** observation:

The world is full of strange problems and stranger solutions. Among the potential solutions are a lot of weird, unexpected suggestions and weeding through the options is quite fun in a very uncertain way….

* I fell asleep before I could press ‘publish’ 😉

** yes, I was proud of it 🙂