Sweet Jesus, you needed a nap after scrambled eggs?
It's winter, I bleat by way of reply.
Suffice to say, I have the gift of sleep.
But am now restored to a state of wondrous alertness, ready for online action or anything else that might take my fancy.
Much worse than the post prandial nap - which is always welcome, and restful - is that three o-clock nap attack that strikes on unusually tedious days in the office.
In my teaching days, (as I always had an office to myself), I could sneak a nap - as long as it didn't clash with a class - once, (just once) I had a close escape, waking three minutes before I was due in the classroom.
More recently, alas, the bodies/organisations/supranational outfits I have worked for have a mad addiction (well, it saves space) to open plan, or shared offices. Try snatching a nap in those challenging circumstances; try staying awake, too.
I find a coffee and/or an arranged meeting with a local interlocutor is the best possible antidote.
But, am already thinking about meals for next week. That beats international politics when I am home.
Chili con carne, or beef carbonades are both on my mind.
