It’s 7.20pm

and I’m still here.

In case my mind wasn’t already being screwed with, the boys are in bed – and have been since SIX FORTY FIVE. Oscar has been asleep since as close to seven as humanly possible and Felix is now telling me ‘he’s ready’ for a song.

Sure, it means Oscar will be up at 5, but it also means we have a whole evening of child-free-ness.

This stuff is messing with my head.