Picture the scene: It’s 11 o’clock on a Friday night. I am heading up the stairs to bed. I stumble into my bedroom, peel the covers back from my bed and find… a sleeping child.

This is exactly the sight I was met with last Friday night when I went to bed. My three year old had woken from a nightmare and come to find me. Discovering an empty bed, she did a classic Goldilocks manoeuvre and dived straight in. I found her sprawled, starfish like across the entire width of the double bed, snoring.  Continue reading »