The thing about night feeds is – after turning on the steriliser, warming up the refrigerated milk, doing the bottle feed, burping, changing nappy, burping again, expressing milk, and changing your own jammies which is soaked right through from leaky milk  ducts – you can’t bloody go back to bed!

It’s a great night or should I say, morning. Light rain, really cool breeze. Hmm -hmm. Even the 20-storey crane in front of my window doesn’t impose. Kinda reminds me of a leaning Eiffel Tower.

All is quiet. A car tyre squishing a puddle of rainwater. TJ’s snore. K farts.