Monday, January 5, 2009

The Witching Hour

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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