My bedroom still smelled strongly of carpet shampoo so I made a bed up on the sofa. It's not the most comfortable, in fact it's rather like lying on a slag heap, but I usually manage to sleep (eventually). I slept very badly. Many thoughts and memories went round and round with alarming ferocity, and the good thoughts scoured as much as the bad. I woke up many times before getting up at seven, feeling as if I'd been put to the rack.
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