Last night I couldn't sleep. I lay silent, listening to the rain tapping on the window. Tip, tap. Tip, tap - only to be interrupted by the loud rumbling of my stomach which I pretended was a telephone ringing (my bellyphone.) I answered it. It was a call about PPI. Ugh. I put it down. It rang again. This time it was Santa. Lush.
Sleepless in Manchester, 32