Wednesday, 24 June 2009
You do sometimes hear of people (particularly the 'ultra successful') who wake up a few hours before everyone else in the morning to get a head start on the day. Margartet Thatcher got by on only 4 hours sleep a day (and was certainly ultra successful and some might say ultra evil with all that extra schemeing time), as a child Obama's mum would wake him up at 4 a.m. to do extra school work as she was well-aware of the negative effect dragging him around the world was having on his schooling. I myself often wake up at 4 or 5 a.m. and instead of dedicating this extra time to useful matters I get a cup of hot milk and stick on CNN in the hope that viewing repeated images of the horrors happening around us will help me fall asleep(?)... in fact today is one of those mornings, but instead of watching the box, I'm blogging. Ultra successful, maybe not, but who knows it may be today 5.a.m. blogging, tomorrow 5am run round the block, starting a novel, who knows... One thing that is true, is that at 5am on a Wednesday morning my noisy road is blissfully silent, making it the perfect time to concentrate on anything.