In midlife years the afternoon nap has become a requirement. So much so, I bought a collapsible hammock for the office - It is not great but suffices for now. I kind of wish I’d looked more into it and got one of these (But without the weird background midget.):
2:30 - 4pm is the favored time, I rather look forward to it:
There seems a fine line between well rested and well cabbaged. Apparently Einstein would nap with a coin in his hand so that when he reached the boarders of deep sleep his hand would relax and the coin would drop to the floor rousing him from his reverie at the optimum moment. I guess he didn’t have carpets.
What say you Meat Men? What is the optimum? What is your ritual? Recently I tried this guided power nap:
Sadly what might have been a good idea simply roused Mr MWS who felt the need to ‘ruminate’ on the bespectacled mind meddler for fucking hours - Naps window slammed closed in furious frustration
Retired bods, do you doze? I’ve heard the gold standard is two nappets per day?
I might have mentioned that one of the projects I’m managing is primary school window wall replacement for a county council. Ripping out 40/50 year old Crittall window walling and installing modern double glazing instead. A lot of the old window wall has asbestos panels at the bottom, so the double glazing contractor normally sub-contracts an asbestos removal specialist.
This pic was sent to me yesterday by one of the Head Teachers - a asbestos removal operative having a kip on the job in the gym room
I trust you pointed out how courageous he was to the headmistress and refereed her to the research conducted by the national sleep association: - " A short nap of 20-30 minutes can help to improve mood, alertness and performance."
Rounding the conversation off with “It’s all part of the service Mam”
I do prefer a nice soothing nap and quite enjoy a pleasant chamomile tea prior to the sacred hour(s).
Nap time always follows a nice luncheon which usually comprises of some form of gloop encased in pastry. They call it a pasty but god only knows what lies within…
I tried a cheese ‘pasty’ the other week, the subsequent nap was trios bizarre, not too unlike the above ditty but punctuated by imagery from Juliet bravo and the sound of spit the dog laughing.
I’m sure he would like to think so but the Brazil nut has but one damned red eye, forgoes food in favor of glue and currently fancies himself as a Lothario cum political leader. Benny was far more harmless.