We didn’t sleep well last night and spent all today being tired. By 7.30pm we were dropping so did two hot water bottles and went to bed. So why are we sitting on the doorstep with a brew and a smoke at gone midnight? Nighttime can be our best time or our worst, with no warning. Some nights we sleep, some we walk, some we spend curled up under the bed desperately waiting to see the arrival of daylight, some I cannot account for until something is found started, finished or out of place. And why am I here and not someone else? Because tonight isn’t just a bad night for us – it is a bad night for our daughter too and she needs me, not someone else. So here I am, snatching five minutes to myself before I have to go back in and be a parent and somehow make everything ok. It’s going to be a long night.