Being an insomniac can be rather annoying. But at this time of year waking up at 4:30 in the morning brings an unexpected bonus, as I found this morning when I was once more robbed of sleep after an insomnia-free week. Why? Being nearly the longest day of the year meant that my city was bathed in rose-coloured early morning sunlight. So I went for a walk. It didn't banish the girl fog, but an hour wandering the deserted streets beat half an hour on the exercise bike any time!