Hijacked

I had such profound things to stay about stuff. And nonsense. And then... I got home from work just after eight and little man was still up, reading a book with grandma and resisting all attempts to get him to sleep. I managed to get him in his cot at 9.30 after going and lying down with him. This is the little fella I am going to take camping this weekend. He probably won't go to bed til late and will then wake up at the first sign of dawn and birdsong. Why am I taking him on his first camping trip on the weekend nearest to the summer solstice? It is now too late to tell you all my philosophical insights. And too late to feel like I've actually had an evening. I am going to bed.