Each morning, I have to take my daughter to work.

It’s twenty miles, straight down the motorway.

On a Monday and a Tuesday, it takes about an hour, due to weight of traffic.

An hour!

So, to get her there on time, we leave at about 06:30.

In order to leave at that time, I have to get up at 05:00 because it takes me an hour to have my breakfast, carry out my ablutions and get dressed.

Then I take the dog out for half an hour.

So, the only reason I get up at 5am is so I can take my daughter to work.  As such, you’d think she would have the courtesy to be ready at 6:30, wouldn’t you?

But no: every morning I find myself ushering, cajoling, urging and sometimes shouting at her to get her out of the door.  This morning, I came back from walking the dog to find her still in bed.  Still in bed, despite the alarm on her phone and despite me waking her before I took the dog out.

I did read somewhere that it’s a teenage thing… that teenagers’ biology requires them to have more sleep.

She’ll be twenty later this year.

I can’t wait till her birthday… mornings will just be so much easier after that.