3am eternal

Well, 3:03am to be exact. I was awoken from a troubling dream about Douglas Carswell complaining about a pontoon bridge. Scary stuff.
It was our 7-year-old daughter, calling from her room next door. I went through to see what the problem was.

“Well, there are three things actually, Daddy.”

I raised an eyebrow in the near darkness.

“Go on.”

“Firstly, I had a bad dream,”

Well, as you’ll just have read above, I knew all about that. I chose not to ask if Douglas was involved in her nightmares as well. I simply didn’t want to know.

“Oh dear, but it’s gone now you’re awake. What else?”

“I need to go to the loo, and also, I’ve been time-travelling.”

At this point, she indicated her clock, which said 3:03.

“Before, it said 3:37. Now it says 3:03. So I’ve been time-travelling.”

Kids, hey? They’re nuts. But it was the middle of the night and I needed to get back to the House of Commons.

I took her to the loo, and then tucked her back into bed at exactly 2:58am.

Sorted.

 

 

 

Hang on a second…

  • Where it should say “Dougla”s Carswell, it now says “Duncan”, at the first link. Please feel free to delete this.

  • Arrrrgh. What’s the name of that law? The one that says: whenever you point out an error, you make another?

    For “Dougla”s read “Douglas”.

  • Brian Micklethwait > Oops. Thank you. Now corrected. And there are a number of different names for that law: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muphry%27s_law 🙂
    Interestingly(?), I had just been talking to the vet when writing this. He is called Duncan. File under “How the mind works”.