Dogger, Northwesterly, westerly - Or Competitions part 2

There is something reassuringly British and homely about the shipping forecast.

I have been up since about 2am this morning with a bad case of alcohol related indigestion. I can't stomach alcohol anymore, my body doesn't seem to like it. It certainly doesn't like cocktails, followed by beer, followed by shorts. Er..hem... *feet shuffle*
So, nothing for it but to get up and sit out the indigestion in my study doing some research. It is now almost 5.30 so I guess I'm up now, perhaps a trip to the garage is in order at about 6.30 for a paper, milk and fresh bread. I'll face the day with more optimism once I've had some coffee.

OK, so I haven't been researching since I got up, frankly for the first half an hour I wholly intended to go back to bed once the indigestion had gone. Being a drama queen I did think I was having a heart attack for about 30 seconds and then released it was probably heartburn and reflux, god I'm getting old. I'll be talking about corns and bunions next. Do you know the other day my mother actually started a sentence with "Do you know who died?" Comedy gold.

I have used the wee hours of the morning productively. I have drunk three cups of herbal tea, caught up on just about every TV or Radio programme I normally listen to on the iplayer and then I switched on the radio and was faced with the lullaby sounds of the shipping forecast. "Dogger Northwesterly, Westerly, rain and poor...Ronald, West, Gales." Love it!

In the midst of all this TV/Radio catch up I have found a list on Money Saving Expert of how sites inform competition winners of their gains - I am actually going through it systematically to register with the sites and enter the competitions. I can see how this could become a full time job.

A word of warning if you want to use this list and enter comps. It is highly addictive, I have just found myself registering at several baby websites and willing myself to win a breast pump...I actually got quite animated at the thought of it! Well, as animated as you can get in the wee small hours with a dicky tum and a sleep deprived mind.