When I was little, my parents would often find me asleep on the landing outside their bedroom door when they got up in a morning. I have vague memories of doing this and seem to remember taking my blanket with me so I wouldn’t get cold. I don’t know how long this nocturnal wandering phase lasted but I’m pretty happy sleeping in my bed these days.
20 Jun 2014
For two or three mornings over the last couple of weeks, I’ve found this little munchkin fast asleep on the floor by her door gate. The scattering of books a little clue to what she’s been up to in the wee hours…
A little sleeping lion xx