It is 8.40pm. It was bedtime 40 minutes ago. There were stories and kisses and tucking-ins; and nightlights are glowing and audiobooks are merrily chirping in the kids’ bedrooms. There is, however, so far NO SLEEPING.

This is not an unusual state of affairs. Despite spending all day tearing round the house it seems that the children are never tired enough at bedtime to go to sleep sensibly. So there are invariably more kisses and more tuckings-up and trips to the bathroom and cries for water after actual bedtime.

And – not always, but often – the random Sebastianisms. Sometimes he starts wheeling off facts about dinosaurs. Sometimes his plan for the level he will make if he ever gets Mario Create (no, I don’t know what that is either). Something about ‘Beast Quest’ or dragons is also a popular choice (he tells me, with supreme self-assurance, that if I ever need to know anything about dragons then he’s the person to ask). Tonight’s contribution was about steam and water rising. We adore his clever little brain. But, honestly, sometimes we would rather he just went to sleep.