Meekly clumbered into bed between engulfed smells of crumpled bedsheets and messed-up duvets half concocting a plan to do no-nothing than to attempt some light-reading, relaxing with pages of 'a heartbreaking work of staggering genius', when before I knew it I'd awoken to my phone informing me that an hour and a whole half of time had lapsed where I had solemnly passed out doing sweet sweet f.a. I'd done the sensibliest thing ever possible in my current state which is near-enough impossible with a nearly 8 year old child at bay, gosh somedays I even have the same bed-time as he does. Sleep however is the best cure, the remedy that works for me. Hands down.