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Offline Sharky and George

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Cannot sleep because the weather is too hot?
« on: June 26, 2018, 06:35:17 PM »
Are you tired and know so well that you need to sleep but you are laying there annoyed and worried about tomorrow as you cannot sleep?

When you lay down, your pulse drops and your body regains energy anyway.

Why not do that for 30 minutes, and hour or learn 2 hours.

Lie down and tell yourself that your body is regaining energy and if I sleep then I sleep (nothing to worry about then).
what you will find is that with this thinking you will soon sleep anyway.

Offline John

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Re: Cannot sleep because the weather is too hot?
« Reply #1 on: June 27, 2018, 03:21:31 PM »
How well we know:-

When you?re lying awake with a dismal headache,
 And repose is taboo?d by anxiety,
 I conceive you may use any language you choose
 To indulge in, without impropriety;
 For your brain is on fire ? the bedclothes conspire ?
 of usual slumber to plunder you:
 First your counterpane goes, and uncovers your toes,
 And your sheet slips demurely from under you;
 Then the blanketing tickles ? you feel like mixed pickles-
 So terribly sharp is the pricking,
 And you?re hot, and you?re cross, and you tumble and toss
 Till there?s nothing ?twixt you and the ticking.
Then the bedclothes all all creep to the ground in a heap,
 And you pick ?em all up in a tangle;
 Next your pillow resigns and politely declines
 To remain at its usual angle!
 Well, you get some repose in the form of a doze,
 With hot eyeballs and head ever aching,
 But your slumbering teems with such horrible dreams
 That you?d very much better be waking;
 For you dream you are crossing the Channel,
 And tossing about in a steamer from Harwich ?
 Which is something between a large bathing machine
 And a very small second class carriage ?
 And you?re giving a treat (penny ice and cold meat)
 To a party of friends and relations ?
 They?re a ravenous horde ? and they all came on board
 At Sloane Square and South Kensington Stations.
And bound on that journey you find your attorney
 (Who started that morning from Devon;)
 He?s a bit undersiz?d, and you don?t feel surpris?d
 When he tells you he?s only eleven.
 Well, you?re driving like mad with this singular lad
 (bye-the-bye the ship?s now a four-wheeler,)
 And you?re playing round games, and he calls you bad names,
 When you tell him that ?ties pay the dealer;?
But this you can?t stand, so you throw up your hand,
 And you find you?re as cold as an icicle;
 In your shirt and your socks (the black silk with gold clocks,)
 Crossing Sal?sbury Plain on a bicycle:
 And he and the crew are on bicycles too ?
 Which they?ve somehow or other invested in ?
 And he?s telling the tars, all the particulars
 Of a company he?s interested in ?
 It?s a scheme of devices, to get at low prices,
 All goods from cough mixtures to cables
 (Which tickled the sailors) by treating retailers,
 As though they were all vegetables ?
You get a good spades-man to plant a small trades-man,
 (First take off his boots with a boot-tree,)
 And his legs will take root, and his fingers will shoot,
 And they?ll blossom and bud like a fruit tree ?
 From the green-grocer tree you get grapes and green-pea,
 Cauliflower, pineapple, and cranberries,
 While the pastry-cook plant, cherry brandy will grant,
 Apple puffs, and three-corners, and banburys ?
 The shares are a penny, and ever so many
 Are taken by Rothschild and Baring,
 And just as a few are allotted to you,
 You awake with a shudder despairing ?
You?re a regular wreck, with a crick in your neck,
 And no wonder you snore, for your head?s on the floor,
 And you?ve needles and pins from your soles to your shins,
 And your flesh is a-creep, for your left leg?s asleep,
 And you?ve cramp in your toes, and a fly on your nose,
 And some fluff in your lung, and a feverish tongue,
 And a thirst that?s intense, and a general sense
 That you haven?t been sleeping in clover;
But the darkness has pass?d
 And it?s daylight at last,
 And the night has been long ?
 Ditto, ditto my song ?
 And thank goodness they?re both of them over!

The Nightmare Song from ?Iolanthe?: Gilbert and Sullivan

Tes Johnson

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Re: Cannot sleep because the weather is too hot?
« Reply #2 on: June 28, 2018, 12:08:14 AM »


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