Just the usual extreme heartburn and no sleep.
Woke up with my tonsils flared at 5.30 when Mackay, who - bless him, is sleeping on a pull out bed in the front room now, stubbed his toe on a radiator in the dark. Managed to eventually get a bit of tossing and turning dozing at about 8 o'clock. the tonsils thing is a niggly worry. It's not a cold, I would hazard a guess. It's my internal warning system that I'm wearing myself out. Not helped by herself jumping and jiving till about 1am.
Sleep tonight. Will try harder.