Who?? Who? And what were you doing with the obscene pink and orange and yellow fluorescent beach ball monstrosity at 11.59pm?
The boy says, as I crawl into bed, I am having a lie in, did you know that? Did you? I say, no, I didn’t, but I do now. And I thought, he says dreamily, that if you cared enough you would ring and then I could tell you. I don’t tell him it stresses him out when I ring before midday, in case he is still asleep. Or that I have gone one better than ringing by coming over. Anyway, he is still asleep, really, and sleep-talking, and it is unbearably hot and a bit cave-like, so I leave again.
Goddamn Right 