So last night my boyfriend was away, first time I've been alone in this house. We sleep on the ground floor, I say sleep, I should say go to bed. Sleeping is tough at the best of times but him not being there made me feel so vulnerable and on edge I heard every noise in the house. When I did start to drift off the pain in my hips either made me have the most bizarre dreams or it woke me with a start and then I couldn't get back off. Every 20 minutes this went on for until at 4am I succumbed to the evil drugs and took some co codamol. My boyfriend's away again tonight and I'm now dreading bed, I'm meant to be working in the morning, I know I should at least attempt go to bed but what's the point if I just spend the night tossing and turning? Maybe sleeping on the sofa with the tv on keeping me company is the better option.