I like my sleep. The blokes children assure me that sleep is boring, and holidays are certainly *not* the time to be sleeping.
So – here are the ways I was informed I could not have a lie in over the holidays:
- Small children jumping on me. Ow.
- Small children whispering in the doorway about who is going to wake me up versus who is going to wake up Daddy.
- “I’m hungry!”
- Dustbin truck outside, throwing all the glass bottles in with a satisfying crash. At 6am.
- “Can we play with the ponies now?”
I need a holiday.