We have empty bed syndrome. Our Grandchild quota has been cut by 2/3 over night. No longer a family all in the same post code and soon enough not in the same time zone.

Peace in our duvet as the sun rises. Somewhat artificially we have arrived in late summer by mid-August. The summer we prepared for is done, over for another year. Ahead is the bonus summer, the scrag end of summer admittedly, but one where anything might happen.

Because we have had our imaginations reset by a five year old and our joy in the mundane enhanced by the wonder of two under-twos.

A quiet duvet is just the start to new adventures.