Sleep is for wimps

As someone who has not slept properly for about 30 years, I am constantly on the lookout for ways to help.

Alcohol? No alcohol? Snacks? No snacks? Cocoa? No cocoa? Oh. I have tried them all. The only time I seem able to sleep is after the alarm-clock has rung. Or after taking anti-histamines... but I am into the drug-induced sort of sleep even less than I am into not sleeping.

Mrs. Ottawacker's belated Christmas stocking stuffer may well be another tool in my arsenal... not as much fun as other solutions, but I am pretty much past help.

I did manage to fall asleep at work once when working on a speech - but I put that down to a temporary death rather than a successful approach to mimic.