So I ended up on the sofa again last night, because Mel could’nt put up with my snoring, I spent 1/2 the night being woken up by her pushing/punching me in the back to wake me up to let me know I was snoring and then eventually about 2-3am this morning I just got up and went and slept on the sofa, so I could at least try get some semblance of sleep, but as the sofa’s a bout 2/3’s of my size it was like trying to cram a Great White shark into a sardine tin . .
I woke up and my back was killing me . .  still killing me..  now sat in work deciding whether to fall asleep or cry, thats how knackered I am and I’ve got another 8hrs before I can even consider actually being able to sleep.

I feel like Al Pacino did in the movie where he plays a detective who has’nt slept in a week and he’s becoming delusional/confused/insane

Mel if your reading this at work at the moment,

“YOU ARE SLEEPING ON THE SOFA TONIGHT !”