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:

1. Small children jumping on me. Ow.
2. Small children whispering in the doorway about who is going to wake me up versus who is going to wake up Daddy.
3. “I’m hungry!”
4. Dustbin truck outside, throwing all the glass bottles in with a satisfying crash. At 6am.
5. “Can we play with the ponies now?”

I need a holiday.