SmallMonkey is in our bed after a bad dream. ‘…and then Stanley got into the car with me, and…’ ‘Who is Stanley?’ ‘Oh, he’s my pillow.’ Very nearly that, or some such nonsense, anyway, enough to properly wake my brain up (apparently it was Steve from Minecraft and Jake from Adventuretime).

Ours is not a huge bed by western standards and SM, while slender, is not the little bean he once was and the temperature in that room is 29C on a good night (unless you are in direct line of the floor-standing fan) and there just isn’t the room, any more, for the chance of sleep à trois, and so it is that I am now downstairs while the two boys are upstairs. Plus it’s raining loudly. So I’m sleepless.

On Facebook people are posting away in the UK. It’s 9pm their time, 4am mine. I could go for a run but, yes, it’s raining, and in any case last time I went for a run in the proper dark I had that stupid fall. My knee scars are now a nice nut-brown colour but I don’t want any more. Three hours until daylight. Pom pom pom. What about fiddling about with WordPress, or writing up the First Aid notes from that brilliant course here at the condo (thanks Jess), or tackling that stupid book again (haven’t gone into the cage and prodded it for ages, wonder if it’s still breathing?).

What about tiptoeing into the spare room and turfing out some of those mad old books like I keep promising? Don’t even need to tiptoe because everyone’s upstairs. Or I could fish around for flights for the next trip away. Nothing confirmed yet, though, no point.

Hot milk? One of my sleepy teas? Cheeky Baileys? Diet.

Actually, in condos it’s never really completely dark

In Singapore the car parks have little lights over spaces – green for vacant, red for occupied. I know you get a green light on some social networking sites and chat pages but I wish my Mac had something more advanced, where if you saw that green light you could have a cup of coffee with the person, share a late-night layer from the choc box in the fridge. Eat the toffee ones together. Am on that stupid diet though.

I might read, actually, I’m starting a course next week and it comes with a list, but I’ve been putting that off because it means I’ll have to start thinking about how much work it’ll be and we can’t have that, not in the middle of the night.

WordPress fiddling, then, and a cup of tea, then a run. Plan.

Is anyone out there?