I’ve always done it. I remember our Nanny telling me so when I was what, four or was it five. I loved her for that. I loved her for recognising it, and acknowledging it to me. In the early hours it is the worst. Then I cannot really see my way through it. When the daylight comes mostly I can. Work is a distraction, again, mostly. It’s a thing, a predilection as he calls it, that must be lived with. There are worse things to bear. So many more…
