It’s late at night and the OA is travelling. I survey the vast expanse of empty bed and suddenly feel lost and alone and unloved. And then a thought strikes me. Like a thief I stealthily make my way down the corridor and after a couple of trips I am satisifed with my work. I crawl into bed. Almost automatically, two little pairs of hands reach out towards me and I snuggle in against them. What was that about lost and lonely? I feel quite loved now, thank you!