Our nephew slept under his bed last night. When we saw the pic our sister took we had to smile because that is so like us – C is always under our bed, and last night was no different. After a difficult day yesterday she took Zebra, Pete our crocheted dinosaur, her Womble and the shawl that our mum knitted for us and put them all under the bed so it wasn’t hard to work out where we would be spending at least part of the night. We’re really too big, too stiff, too unfit, too old to be crawling about on the floor but no matter. If C needs to be under the bed then that’s fine with us – even if wriggling out is becoming more challenging by the day. And it amuses us to see our nephew doing the same thing, albeit for very different reasons.