In 24 hours' time, I'll be the father of a six-year-old.

In 48 Hours' time, I'll be the father of a six year old whos just had her first day in year 1 of school.

I may also have signed on for the penultimate time.

In 168 hours' time, Graham will probably be sitting in this very spot.

Between Monday night and Friday night I will be variously cleaning the house, taking and retrieving Allison from school, packing and repacking suitcases, shopping for groceries, trying not to trample puppies underfoot, gathering information for the Business Plan, using up the last of my DVD-r's clearing some space for more downloads, having arguments about whether or not we can afford to go on holiday in the first place, watching the long-term weather forecast for East Yorkshire like a hawk and a dozen other things on top.

I'm not entirely sure that sleep will figure on the agenda much.

It bloody well will appear on the agenda once we're firmly ensconced in our holiday apartment in Filey.