I was so ready for my bed, my husband Mike had retired early after I had persuaded him he would have a much more restful sleep and be much more comfortable in bed rather than assuming his usual comatose position in his lounger chair in front of the television. I had reluctantly stayed up waiting for the arrival of Dale my 18 year old stepson, whom was way later than his agreed curfew. Of late he had taken to sleeping late in a morning and staying out even later at night that was until his dad had set down some...
