There is a children’s story book about Mr Large the elephant who can’t sleep because of the noises around him. I am in a living reenactment of it.
Granted, eating a share of a hot cheese fondue isn’t the best thing immediately before bed. But it is now 3.00am. Both Calum and Chris are snoring loudly. The fridge – which I swear has been silent all week – is repeatedly turning on and off. A church which didn’t exist before tonight is chiming every 15 mins. And we have to get up in 4 hours to drive home.