I'm Only Sleeping....

So….another day has gone by, and this time I’ve decided to write something in English, after receiving a number of complaints from friends outside the Maltese-speaking community. I must add at this point, however, that I am very very impressed with Rui, who sent me an email with the words “Bongu! Kif inti? Ma nitkellimx tajjeb bil-Malti! Sahha!” (Translation: “Good day! How are you? I don’t speak Maltese very well! Bye!”) So prosit hafna Rui….kompli sejjer hekk!!! It’s always fascinating when a foreigner actually says that Maltese is “a cool language” (direct quote from the email), after all the spelling nightmares and years of blood, sweat and tears trying to decipher the contents of Qawsalla…..

Anyways…..back to how my day was….well, as the title suggests, although I physically woke up at 8 o’clock this morning, I spent the whole day in zombie-land. No particular reason why this happened…it’s just that these days I’m not managing to fall asleep immediately. And I’ve tried herbal teas, warm showers, peppermint oil, no coffee…the works. I even tried not reading (yes I did, honestly!)…..because sometimes I find I fight to remain awake when I’m engrossed in a book….so I thought that perhaps this may be the reason why I wasn’t falling asleep. No luck so far. So it comes as no surprise that I spent the whole day in a state of semi-oblivion to what was going on around me….(for a change….)….and I was humming “Please don’t spoil my day, I’m miles away, and after all I’m only sleeping…” Viva John Lennon….(again, for a change…)...which reminds me....this is today's picture. Sounds cliche I know....but today's blog is all about a Lennon song so there you go....it's all linked....

I left uni early, to try to get some sleep, and I managed to lose my ring. I always wear 4 rings with celtic symbols on them….they were all bought from different places in Ireland, and every time I go there, tradition has it that I must bring a ring back with me. The ring I lost today is the one I wear on my thumb, and it’s the one I call “Ireland 3”, because my mother bought it for me when we went to Ireland together (and that was my third visit). I had already lost this ring once before. It was when my mum was visiting in November. We had gone shopping and when we returned the ring wasn’t on my thumb anymore. I looked for it but couldn’t find it anywhere…..that night I dreamt it was by the gate at Jarratt Hall, underneath the first pot….so in the morning I looked for it there…and it was exactly where I had seen it in the dream. Talk about coincidence!!! Anyways so today I lost the same ring…but I found it after a couple of hours. It had slipped out of my thumb, and it didn’t reappear as magically as the time before….

Now it’s almost midnight, and oddly, I feel as awake as ever. I’ve just had an interesting discussion with my flatmate Nancy from Greece. We spoke about such random stuff…but sometimes you just feel you need such discussions to recharge your batteries….It was funny though…..we started talking about the Live 8 concert and somehow ended up discussing…ehm….men taking themselves on a joy ride in public….

So, moving on…..

Well…now I’m sipping my chamomile and peppermint tea while listening to Enya and writing this blog….so perhaps it’s time for bed…Lying there and staring at the ceiling…..waiting for that sleepy feeling….OK OK OK I’ll stop!!!!! Good night!!! XXX