I went to bed at 10, leaving DH watching a film.
I felt a bit like I was lying on a drum. I think it was the difference between the sagginess of the old mattress, and the tightness of the new.
I was asleep a few minutes after getting into bed. I know, because DH came up to see how the bed was, found me asleep, and woke me up. Unintentionally.
I woke up just after midnight, and just after 2am. On neither occasion was DH in bed. I knew that he had fallen aslweep downstairs in front of the TV. I knew I should get up and wake him. But I just couldn't make myself get out of bed.
I woke after 3ish, hearing the cat making a noise on the landing. I lay there, straining to hear if she was having a fit. DH was in bed, I hadn't woken up when he got in. I got up in the end, and found her on the stairs, rigid. Not through a fit though. Rigid, watching Washburn try to retrieve a mouse he'd lost in the hall.
Because the mouse was obviously very much alive, I tramped downstairs, and attempted to catch it. I failed, and it ran under the stairs, followed by Wash. I waited for Wash to flush it out. I missed it, and it ran into the kitchen.
DH appeared. I explained what had happened, as I watched the mouse disappear into the living room and hide under the sofa. I couldn't retrieve it. To my shame, I left it to its fate and went back to bed. I'm going to pay for that at some point.
Around 4am, I woke because it was raining heavily.
At 4.30, Isabelle jumped onto the bed and nuzzled for a stroke. She was a bit damp. Rain. Or maybe not.
I turned the light on and checked her. It didn't look like urine. She wasn't demanding food (and she's always ravenous after a fit). I got up anyway and traipsed round the house to see if I could see any evidence of a fit. Nothing.
At 7am, the radio woke me.
At 8am DH bought me a cup of tea.
Yes, the bed was much more comfortable.
Hopefully tonight will be less eventful.