those old wives knew a thing or two

Some things never change.

I had trouble sleeping last night, for various snotty reasons. I was up and down for ages, too hot, too awake, too restless, too twitchy to doze off. I took some more Panadol and tried bed again. No sleep was forthcoming. I tried putting the fan on to cool me down. Nada. More Sudafed to clear my nose. Zilch.

By 3am I had been up and down a dozen times. I'd played solitaire and read a book. I'd tried some quiet music and watched some TV. I even got desperate enough to try a walk round the block (which greatly pleased the dogs). Nothing worked. I was tired. I wanted to sleep. My body was just failing to get it.

Then I had a brain wave.

Milo.

A big mug of steamy hot, milky Milo.

Within 20 minutes I was back in bed, sleepy and relaxed. And I slept for five hours solid. God bless Milo (and bugger the calories).

Sometimes the old ways are the best ways.