Those poor Scotland fans, as they said on the news, had to travel through six time zones to watch their pathetically awful football team lower their bar even further by losing to a team 80 places below them in the rankings. Never before have so many kilts travelled to Kazakhstan. A country whose national sport is bear baiting. Or wife-stoning. No idea what they do there actually, its one of those wonderful, spice-route, mystery lands of the just further than the Middle East but not quite far enough to be the Far one, type destinations.

Six time zones. But they didn’t encounter Lila-time. It’s kind of its own ‘zone’. Exists only in her gorgeous but time-confused head. So when she called out this morning at 5.30, well actually I didn’t hear. Mel had to kindly (grrrrrrr) tell me. Lila was calling out for ‘Pappa A-dy’. She doesn’t have a specific problem with ‘n’s but being a true Londoner she can put glottal stops in wherever the hell she likes. It’s her right. I told her she needs to go back to sleep. Or ‘sweep’ as she calls it. I never said she wasn’t adorable, just time-confused. It’s the middle of the (FAAAARKIN’!!!) night, darling, you need to sleep. (I NEED TO SLEEP!!) No avail. So I tried lying on a bed with her instead. And demonstrating unselfishly what ‘going back to sleep’ looks like. She lay there for 3 minutes, eyes wide open, looking at me. Then started talking. Then bouncing. Jumping. Laughing. At which point I gave up to the enormous tide of energy that was engulfing my feeble attempts to find a few minutes peace and quiet.

(Note to self: when Lila is a stroppy, moany, tantrum-filled teenager sleeping til 3 in the afternoon; go round and jump up and down on her bed demanding ‘nursy rhymes’ on her ah-pad.)

And now we have a really really short delay on Brexit. Just a few hours, in relative terms. But somewhere in the next four days Mrs May is going to have a eureka moment. She’ll just ‘see the way!’ And all her party will agree, the Irish will love it, Jeremy Corbyn will kiss the soles of her leopard-print Jimmy Choos and all the Europeans will be kicking themselves (though not quite as hard as I’d like to kick them) that they couldn’t see such a thing that’s so obvious, so elegant, so neat and the perfect solution. We’ll leave with everything we ever dreamed of, the EU will pay US 39 billion and 42,000 new jobs will be created as tax levels plummet and duties on goods are made illegal.

I think I’ve spent too long in Lila-land.

Happy Friday

A xxxx