As I walked downstairs to the kitchen yesterday morning for my first coffee of the day, I wondered idly whether my new diet of multiple daily lattes, as part of my research into which coffee machine was best, was actually doing me any harm.
Lo and behold, what did I find as I read through the Guardian that morning?
And not only that! On the subject of coffee itself there’s a regular plethora of papers, all seemingly being published around the same time, exactly when needed to reinforce my current beverage regime.
Well, it’s nice to be on the right side of history, for once.
Actually, a friend asked me recently about my insomnia, as it’s something I’ve complained about a lot in the past. In fact I’ve been sleeping so well lately that I’d forgotten I ever had trouble with it. I thought this was from my HRT but on reflection, cutting back on the booze has probably had a lot to do with it. I went through a fad of weighted blankets a few years ago, when I first reached a certain age (I’m trying to say perimenopause but more delicately), but I don’t even use those anymore.
I know sleep experts say you should try to get up around the same time each day, weekend or no, so I suppose I should be grateful to the Hell Hounds for preventing me from sleeping in, with their vociferous demands for me to arise each morning around 6.
Exercise is another pillar of wellbeing, which I will get around to as soon as the cycling shop provides me with the right bike. To be fair, I have changed my mind twice since my first order. I blame poor advice. I don’t mean to be a Karen, but in my day you’d go into the bike shop, chat with a staff member , take a couple for a test ride around the car park, pay your money and head off into the sunset. For some reason this shop, although perfectly reputable, has nothing on the floor for me to try. I had no idea my requirements were so niche.