Time, as my esteemed brother is able to tell you, is strange stuff. It speeds up and slows down, but it is only when one achieves lightspeed that time stops, which is a pity. I was writing a short story this morning for university about my family,, and I was struck by everything that happened over the years in this house. Then I was stuck by how quiet it is now – mum and dad are on holiday, and Luke is still asleep. All the games and fun had in this house will never come again.

oh scrap that. Luke just got up and put radio 1 on. So much for quiet, but I think I hear breakfast being made.