As a consequence is that there are times when I'm dead beat. It happened the other afternoon. Complete exhaustion set it in the middle of the working day. Had I have needed to drive it would have been unsafe. That's how bad it was.
So, do you know what I did? A retiring consultant left behind a massive leather office chair that corresponded to the size of his ego. Mr Metrosexual purloined it and has been swinging around in it looking like a jumped up Mastermind contestant ever since. As he was out, I snuggled up in it and had a kip. Not for the rest of the afternoon. I reckon it was only about five minutes before I was woken by the phone and had to take a call. But I felt amazingly refreshed, perky and able to focus again. I haven't got time to go off and do any research but here's what Wikipedia has to say about this.