the night creeps past
we sit in wait for the dawn

trying to think of something to rhyme with either of those non-scanning lines

i'll type real fast
and moles will dig up the lawn

night shifts suck, even though, blessedly, the bleeper bleeps less than during the day. with any luck i'll just sit here for another two hours and then do the ward round, followed up by a brain-bucking espresso and pain-au-chocolat (surely they'd sell better if called pleasure-au-chocolat? H-hang onto the bedsted, Mrs Pooter!), 15 minutes of not daring to fall asleep on the train, by pretending to read the Guardian (doesn't help) then slipping into my enourmous, extremely comfortable bed to sleep, sleep, sleep and oh sleep some more.