Sleep Song - Tindersticks

I just finished reading a book "Save Your Own" by Elisabeth Brink.
Not my usual genre but I liked the cover.
A peanut riding a bicycle.
The book was okay if your a girl.
The reason I mention it is that the main character suffers from narcolepsy.
When I worked in Industry many years ago my best friend at work was diagnosed with it.
We must have been all of twenty three, I was working in Thick Film Print as an operator whilst attending night school working towards an HND in Electronics...yeah I know, I have no clue what friggin happened either, I suppose " if you don't use it you loose it" is appropriate here.
I passed the HND by the way...again no friggin clue how THAT happened.
But I digress.
My friend , lets call her Senga, (Senga is the worst possible name in Scotland with Morag coming in at a close second) worked on the printer in front of me.
We would be working away "blethering" and Wham down she would go.
Never left, right or backwards.
Always face forward.

This little bird actually does a damn good impression of her!


Remember we're Printing, with black ink, on screens.
What a friggin clean up job that was!
The instances became more frequent and "down she would go" wherever, whenever.
She went to the Doctor and was diagnosed.
The last I heard she's controlling the condition with medication.
Yep, high as a friggin kite on amphetamines.
Go Senga girl!
Also, and it gets a wee bit XFiley here, the main character in the book is a "wee" person 4ft9" and so was/is Senga.
I'm all atwitter now, could Elisabeth Brink BE Senga?
For indeed the book could have easily been written by an amphetamine induced, wee,whirling dervish.
I should research this further.
I won't though, because I'm really quite lazy.