With the arrival of my firstborn, I’ve found myself walking the boards of Real Men Towers at all hours of the night, staring out the kitchen window.
It's a whole new world. Like time stands still and I can creep around undetected, watching over the neighbours while they sleep and maybe stealing their food.
It’s also like it’s stolen time, because I still do my usual daytime stuff but I have this secret night-time life as well (although the bags under my eyes would suggest my secret life is catching up with me). Still, when the bairn does eventually sleep through the night I think I’ll miss it.
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