The Josef free day is over and I am just waiting for him to get home. Felix is fast asleep, but I am doing the countdown until he wakes agian so I probably have about 27 minutes. I once had a sleeping baby and I took it for granted, but now I think if Felix didn't wake up I would, and not be able to go back to sleep again. I am tired to the point of delirium and imagine myself lying on a sunny beach, with a cocktail in one hand and a trashy holiday novel in the other, with a lovely tan, and a flat pre-baby tummy. I can dream.