Conversation over morning coffee:
Gemma: (Sipping) Do you think we will ever sleep again?
Duncan: (Sipping) No. Not for at least another 3 years.
Gemma: (Gulping) Oh.
Duncan: (Reloading cafetiere) Mmmm.
Therefore strangely bypassing an opportunity to potentially grab some shut eye on the couch ... I instead decided that one of the guys would just wake anyway and that I may as well embark on some simple sewing therapy. The girl was out with her Gran. It was already cut out. It's a long overdue present for a very special friend's brood. It was straight forward and mindless and ... relaxing.
The buggars slept for 3.5 hours. Straight up. That Murphy and his law have much to answer for.