Going to bed

My sister used to frighten the life out of me with those kind of stories when I was a child.
I remember my friend coming to mine after working a late shift on a Saturday. I babysat her son, and when she got home we would watch 'Tales from the darkside' and eat goodies and drink tea.
One episode was about this horrible creature with long scratchy claws which lived in the wardrobe. She ended up having to stay the night!

I used to crawl exhausted to bed before 9 when working, now I put it off and never get to bed before twelve and usually later.

I'm afraid of the hand that lurks under the bed to grab you, the burglar in the wardrobe ( who has obviously been there all evening waiting for me to go upstairs), the thing that might creep up the stairs and pop it's head round the door.......
I really sympathised with the thread where the granddaughter didn't want to go to bed!

I always worry I might be missing something, although years of experience tell me otherwise.

Yup, that's why I'm on the sofa, on Gransnet, and the washing up is still in the kitchen. I hate going to bed!

Same here! We're night owls now. I like the peace and quiet.