A typical Monday morning: feeling slightly sleepy owing to the usual Sunday-night insomnia.

This is a much more positive thing than it normally is, since the fact that I had Sunday-night insomnia last night exonerates my Sunday evening Chinese takeaways (one of which I experimentally avoided yesterday) from the accusation of causing it. I can live with a bit of sleepiness this morning if it means I'm not required to swear off lemon chicken forever. Phew.

Also yesterday all sorts of bits of my body were aching without explanation. I feared that might portend flu of some sort, but apparently it didn't. Phew again.

A friend visited me the other week and left a pack of chewing gum in my living room, which I've been trying to give back.

This got me thinking.

(Another thing that this has got me thinking is that I must be pretty bored if the sight of a pack of chewing gum can inspire profound philosophy!)