Last night you slept 12 and a half hours straight. This is almost unheard of when you’re at home with us – it usually only happens when you stay with Farmor. But you have had a massive 24 hours, and you obviously needed it. However, since you’ve had trouble breathing and so on, when I woke up at 7.30am and hadn’t heard a peep from you, I can’t say I wasn’t a little concerned. I crept out of bed, just with the idea of poking my head into your room to make sure you were okay. You must have heard the floor creak, because you started stirring the moment I crossed the den.

“Mummy?” Your voice was vague, and I think you were still half-asleep.

I tip-toed in and sat on your bed. You smiled, stretched and rubbed your eyes, asking me if it was morning. I told you it was. You sat bolt upright.

“Hooray!”

We hugged.

“I sleep-imagined I was washing my new red car! And then I sleep-imagined that I was playing with the stars, and the fire-spitting dragon put everything on fire, but then the brannbil dragon came and spit water on the fire and put it out.”

“Did you dream all that? Wow.”

“Yeah, I sleep-dreamed I played with my horses and the stars and my dragon.”

“Your dreams sound fantastic.”

“Yeah. Can we go wake up Daddy now?”