This wonderful state of rejuvenating unconsciousness continues to elude me. After my success with tapping I thought that all was well. Every now and again I slipped down the slippery slope of insomnia and then I retapped and snuggled back down again.

Lately, however, a new goblin is invading the sanctuary of my bedroom (other than the bed-hopping Wee). This one waits until 2am, then keeps me awake me until 5am, and of course then wills me back to sleep way past getting up time. Not only that, but it compounds my long-term problem of a need for a siesta. Lovely in Spain, impractical and antisocial in Scotland!

Last night I tried a new approach to my previous tapping mantra of ‘Although I cannot sleep, my body deserves to rest’ by changing it to ‘Although I will wake during the night, I will be able to go back to sleep’. That seemed to work. I shall have to think about this need for an afternoon nap and how to tap  that away. I have one day: my parents will not be sympathetic to me sneaking off to my bed!

I might also try iron tablets… but I’d rather not: the side effects are SO uncomfortable!!