How to perfect your disco nap this party season | London Evening Standard

Of course, in December, a time of late nights and early mornings, the nap comes into its own. Never are you more susceptible to the siren call of your sofa. Once, I was dutybound to go to a colleague’s leaving party, one which started next to the office two hours after my own contracted working hours ended. Unfortunately, I’d spent the previous night with many pints of wine and making it through the day had been an existential struggle. I went to Caffe Nero, headed to the squidgy armchairs and dozed until pub time. That, I admit, was a low point. But it worked.