One of the gifts I inherited from my father is the ability to sleep well. I am lucky enough to be able to fall asleep anywhere, any time: in hotel rooms, on planes, on Russian overnight trains; in the taxi between my hotel and the next factory to be audited; in theatres or cinemas where the warm, dark environment is just so tempting; in cold empty marquees; or in front of the TV - my husband will attest to the number of programmes I have snoozed through after settling down eagerly to watch them in the 'sleeping chair' as he calls my wonderfully comfortable recliner in our lounge.
