Dammitdammitdammit....

I am one that zealouly guards those hours of sweet release otherwise known as 'sleeping'.
There are elements of Linus here. I am rather partial to my own particular pillow, a rapid descent into REM is aided by white noise, and I have been known to make a huge fuss about neighbours ducking fogs.
So, what do our travel agents do?
Tonight, and Friday and Saturday...book me on overnight flights. And so the arms of Orpheus shall remain tantalisingly out of reach.
Sympathise.