Awakening
Last Thursday night - 11pm I am sitting in our lounge with my feet up watching "Questiontime". The chairwoman, Fiona Bruce, is refereeing the discussion that follows a question from a member of the audience about the end of the world and America's 47th president. I am sorry but I cannot remember his name. Anyway, I am suddenly conscious of movement on our staircase and then the closed living room door is slowly pushed open. A moment later and there's our Phoebe in her Bluey pyjamas, holding her cuddlesome friend, Monty the sloth. We had put Phoebe to bed at 8pm following her bath. I had had to read her two stories though one was the real life tale of the American gymnast - Simone Biles. "Hello Phoebe!" I say warmly, with my arms open as if to say - come and join me on the sofa! But Phoebe just stands there in the doorway. I ask if she is all right and then I notice that she is visibly upset. She isn't smiling and her eyes are filling up as though ...