As the acknowledged expert Getaway sleeper, I would be delighted to lead the Sleeping workshop.

Old-ish timers will remember a last night of the Getaway at Ramblewood, when the Mudcat cabin was heaving well into the small hours, and Charmion WENT TO BED and WENT TO SLEEP at eleven o'clock. One of us was going to have to drive back to Canada the next day, and I knew darned well that C. Edmund Thomas of this parish would never hit the sack until the last chord had ceased to ring.

Anyone who wishes to learn the technique may apply within.