One afternoon in early November, less than three months ago. T had just started a new placement at the ambulance service and was really enjoying it. He came back full of stories from his early morning shift, I told him about my latest assignment on bariatric surgery, the children were at school and nursery. It was just the two of us, and an afternoon of pale Autumn sunlight. And guess what parents do when they get such rare opportunity? Sleep! I took a break from work, joined him in bed for a tender time and a nap. Later, I went back to work, he went to pick up the children, I made some soup, boy moaned about having too much, girl guzzled it with much satisfied humming. Once the children were in bed, he may have watched one of those TV crime series, which gives me nightmares, while I got on with some work. We hung the laundry together before going to sleep.