When my daughter was starting ‘big’ school this month (post nursery days), I was dreading the even earlier wake-up times. The household now rises by 6 am sharp, and she is out of the house with her father within 45 frantic minutes.

However, there is a silver lining to this new schedule. I don’t leave for work till 8.45 am, and I get a delicious slice of ‘me time’; a whole two hours to myself in a quiet, empty apartment.