A friend and I are are organising a weekend playdate (for our respective kids, that is) via email.
"Is 9am good for you?" she asks.
Gawd, I think, that's a bit blimmin' early. So I suggest 10am instead.
And then I remember that it was not that long ago when TLM and I would be knocking around at 8am, looking for somewhere to go.
It's nice to know that we don't entirely lose the ability to sleep in, after having kids.