...and young Sean seemed to bloody know it. Although he isn't a heavy sleeper - he kips for an hour or two, then wants to stay awake - but last night broke the sodding record. I managed just over two hours' sleep, and that was in two parts. When you are a parent of young children, you become adept at counting the few precious grains of sleep you get, like someone on the breadline counting each single penny, hoping it'll last to the next payday. Hold on, that's me too.