Why does inspiration hit at the stupidest times? Lying in bed some time after dark waiting for sleep to come then all these ideas start flowing into my head. Luckily my parents left for a walk so I could get up and write down as much as I could remember in this crazy scrawly handwriting. Had a beer and stole a cold sausage as well. Just got back to bed when they returned and didn't take long to get back to sleep. I that's what was stopping me from getting to sleep: ideas busting to get out.