Forty Winks

"Just take forty winks, and when you wake up everything'll be fine"


After staying awake, against my better judgement, until the wee sma' hours watching Scotland turn gloriously yellow as a new dawn on Scottish politics rose high, I was a bit like the proverbial half-shut knife as I tried to study today.
When I got home, Ruadh was having a wee snooze.
She looked so comfortable that I decided to snuggle down with her for forty winks..
And, when I woke up, everything was fine.