The radio woke me this morning at 6.30 am with an announcement that there had been an earthquake. Well, the earth didn't move for me last night. I slept like the proverbial log. I've felt shattered these last few days. Partly, it's been my long battle with the 5am awakening conspirators. First it was the smoke alarm beeping, next day two starlings had a quarrel, then my mobile battery alert awoke me because I forgot to turn it off - again. Then Mr Inconsiderate stole all the duvet. The next day he piled it entirely on my side so I woke up feeling like I was being crushed.

I never used to have this problem. Is it the insomnia waves that are being emitted through blogland? More than likely it's been pressure of work these last three weeks. That dreaded 'got to get everything finished before I go on holiday' stress.

I need a holiday. Which is spooky, because I am going on one tomorrow. Hurrah huzzah. I'd dance a little jig of excitement if I had the energy and if Dog wasn't sitting on my feet, exacerbating my guilt at her impending trip to the kennels.

So this is my last night at home for a while. Sorry I haven't kept up with everyone's blogs these last couple of weeks. I'll try and catch up with some before I stagger off to bed.

Good luck to everyone in the Bloscars. Even my three friends who are my rivals, to whom I say 'Break a leg, darlings' - in the nicest possible sense of course. As for me, I shall be - hopefully - good lucking instead of a ski slope. So just be careful what you say or think if you read this - I'm superstitious!