I think that, where practical, sleeping in is essential. I'm not talking about sleep you actually need to regenerate your physical self; I mean recreational kipping. Can there be anything better than waking up, glancing at the clock and - after considering one's daily obligations - ignoring them, and knocking off some extra zeds?

I've done it for two days on the trot now. Saturday involved sleeping in until 1 PM, while Sunday was an earlier affair: 12 noon. I lay there between sleeping and waking, poised on the brink between the two... I could feel my energy, but I was (in a sense) not there. Snug beneath duvets, blankets and a large Indian 'throw', I was pure essence... Drifting on the tide of the Universe. Skimming the elemental surface, like a stone on a lake.

The world might have my body, but not my soul. Sleep is sacred, and a sacrement. Take it where you can, because no-one will ever give it to you. Steal those moments, and awake to the world refreshed. Then have a cup of tea (or some other favoured beverage) and go for a walk. Or not, but it's all good.