My morning’s start at the moment is 6am during the working week.

My alarm clock is my 18 year old cat, who has dementia. She has decided that is her breakfast time.

Serenaded by squeaky cat yowling, I travel downstairs to the kitchen, rather zombie like in movement and thinking. I fill her bowl with cat food and biscuits. She eats for a while and then decides to go back to bed!

Meanwhile I boil water to have a morning cup of coffee. I sit on the sofa and read for an hour, gradually waking up. I don’t leave for work until later. By then I am wide awake for the fun 40 minute drive on the motorway to work.