Lonely feeling when you can’t sleep

There’s a song by Frank Sinatra that begins “In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning . . . When The Whole Wide World Is Fast Asleep . . . ”

It’s a favourite of mine, despite the fact that in real life it’s impossible for the whole of the worldto be asleep at the same time – due to international date lines and different time zones!

BTW (as the kids say, or By The Way to you and me): Did you know that Canada has six different time zones?
You didn’t?

Then you should get up early and watch repeats of ‘The Chase’ on ITV 4, because that’s where I learned this fact.

Even though the song is factually incorrect, in the middle of the night, if you find it impossible to sleep, it can feel like you’re the only person who’s awake, if not in the whole wide world, then certainly in your street.

A few weeks ago I stayed overnight in a hotel and, even though I’d had a small night-cap downstairs in the bar and read for half-an-hour (in bed, not in the bar) before I switched off the light, I just could notfall asleep.

I had nothing on my mind apart from the same thought that swims through everyone’shead as it hits the pillow . . .

“What doesITV One Wales’ presenter Andrew Jones do between his final 30-second news bulletin on ‘Good Morning Britain’ and his lunch time bulletin at five to two?”

I did consider counting sheep, but even if I’d phoned a farmer friend and asked him to bring some to the hotel, the lift only held a maximum of 10 farm animals, so it hardly seemed worthwhile.

Besides, their bleating would have prevented me from sleeping, as would the sound of the night manager banging on my door.

I decided watching TV might help and did eventually start to doze around 6.15 a.m. to the sound of . . .

“Goooood Morning! I’m Andrew Jones with the news from Wales . . . ”