I confess: I am never very good at getting to bed before 11.30pm. Which is why I am so often over tired. 
This last week has been worse: not before 12.30am...
Not for any reason. I start thinking about going to bed at 9.30/10.00 - then proceed to faff around a few hours...
So, even though it was a friday night, I decided that I didn't want to be like the walking dead any longer. Especially not since we have our party tonight! So, OMG! I went to bed at 9.30pm! can you believe it? 
I was really looking forward to a good night's sleep. 
Unfortunately, I was not counting on a visit from my old friend insomnia. Drat and damnation. 12 hours in bed, with the light off and my eyes shut, and I got possibly 3 hours sleep?
I got up at 9.52pm to watch the fireworks across the way for a few minutes.
Then I got up for a drink of water at 10.34pm.
This was followed by listening to my neighbours going up and down the stairs for 15mins.
At 11.17pm S. rang the door bell, having forgotten her keys. From my bleary eyes and wounded expression, she must have thought that she woke me up. Um, no, unfortunately not.
I checked the time at 12.20am.
I opened my eyes in boredom / exasperation and the smoke alarm flashed at me for a while until I tried shutting my eyes again.
F. got home at 2.30am.
One of them got up at some point to use the bathroom.
The smoke alarm over my head continued to wink it's little "I'm still functioning" green light at me.
R. got up at 8am and went out.
I finally gave up at 9.17am and got up, feeling somewhat creaky.
