Officials and Insomnia

For starters the later makes pretty much evrything harder to deal with calmly. The elusiveness of sound sleep is like a fresh faced school boy trying to buy his first drink, never subtle or cool, invasive and downright annoying, indecisive and fleeting. Insomnia can drive you nutters, simple tasks become HUGE memory taxing affairs. For example, today after a week or so of my unwanted guest visiting and remaining with me, I could not recall ... HAD I put sandwiches in the lunchboxes? Or would my babies open the insulated packs only to find lovely pieces of fruit and muesli bars and a cookie to nourish their minds for the duration of the day? After a pantry check and the shock realization with the amount of bread left in the house, there was in no way any sandwich type material in the kids lunches, I did the sensible thing, ducked out to the bakery to buy a suitable penance ... the coveted Ham, Cheese and Mayo Twirl. Two giant sized dinner rolls lined with ham and cheese and a hint of mayo, then twisted to perfection and baked to there puffy heights. Ok. So it's a bribe, $1.90, and it's the get out jail free card, look Mummy brought fresh from the bakery a lovely roll so we can just all forget she failed to pop that sandwich in your lunchbox today! I'll blame it on the insomnia.
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Can I just say the referee for the Champions League final ruined the match with his inablility to properly supervise the match. IT could have been a beautiful game, a match between two of the best classical teams in the game, but no, alas, one man's ineptitude squashed the opportunity. I just would have liked to have seen, of the two teams, which would have won in a fair match.
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Possum olympics should be restricted to skinny possums, so as not to wake the inhabitants as they stampede across the roof.

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