Last week, our Council meeting went on until past 1am. At each of the votes to extend the meeting, once we got past 10.30pm, I voted against. Due to work commitments and a Hearings Committee meeting that was held before the council meeting, I had not had any dinner and I put my tiredness (and admitted bad-temper by midnight) down to hunger. I don’t have a high waffle-threshold at any time and was not impressed with having to sit through all kinds of extraneous chatter about things that had no relevance to the order paper, but I should have realised that being so tired was the harbinger of becoming ill. I was genuinely concerned about staff who had been at work since 8am, still being at work at 1am, and having to return again only a matter of hours later. But, I have never before been so cranky about sitting at a council meeting for close enough to six hours.