Had a great lie-in today. I lay curled up in my futon listening to the screams and screeches of A. trying to cope with a rampant G. in the next room. Not a thimble full of guilt. Just a delicious feeling of selfishness. Eventually, A. could take it no more: "Chris, It's been two hours! Can't you get up?" I stayed in my little cotton cocoon for another five or so minutes, simulating A.'s simmering irritation in my head until it was just ready to boil over. Grudgingly, I emerged. As I shuffled toward the screeching, I glanced at my watch, wondering whether there was any morning left to waste. It was 7.56 am.