5am wakeup. Then a 6.30am one. An order back into the bedroom to play if she really does not want to sleep, and a promise she’ll get a road rug to put all her cars on as the last resort in bribery when all else failed.

Ikea Bank Holiday Monday, here I come. Thank god you’re only up the road.

On the plus side, H told daddy this morning that “if you don’t put your wellies on today, then they’re going in the loft”

I used that as a punishment the first time yesterday when she tried to climb up her bookcase to the top. This good memory lark is quite tiring.