The last two nights have seen a change in Harry’s normal routine, instead of sleeping through the night he has inexplicably woken us up at 2.30am.
The first night we rushed downstairs, to let him out as we thought he needed to go to the toilet, but no, once outside he just wanted to play. This did not go down well. Here at Number 58 there is only one 2.30 in the day and it most certainly is not the one in the middle of the night. He tried every trick he knew to try to get us to play and was most put out when we insisted he went back to bed.
Last night it happened again. This time we ignored him and tried to pretend that it wasn’t happening. After the first few whimpers he started to bang on the kitchen door. More crying and more banging, until eventually he gave up and the house was quiet once again. At 6.30 it started again. This time, we felt sure, he must need to go out. Reluctantly we dragged ourselves downstairs, but all he wanted to do was party, party, party.
By 9am we were on our third cup of coffee and still bleary eyed from lack of sleep. And Harry? Well, he was so shattered from his nocturnal antics that he just crashed out.