Well, this is exactly how I feel when I wake up the next morning. I have nowhere to go and nothing to do today. That makes a huge change!For a moment I’m a little disorientated to find myself back in my old single bed listening to the rumble of traffic outside as Taply-on-Thames wakes up for the day, rather than being in my flat and hearing Susie crashing about in the kitchen – but seconds later I remember the events of the day before, and everything falls into place again.I really ought to be at the museum getting ready for my interview and helping my team with the latest exhibits, not lying here in my teenage bedroom. I glance at the digital clock on the bedside table, the very same clock whose insistent beeping and flashing neon display drove me out from under the covers every morning until I left home, and I’m taken aback to see it’s almost midday.Midday? Seriously? I’m staggered at this, because I never sleep late nowadays. Since adulthood, my internal body clock has always prompted me to be out of bed and bustling around by six at the latest.
