He's been trying to put you to bed for hours now, the clock on the wall respectfully ticking off to 1 am after the 5th attempt, and to remind you - your bedtime is 7 pm.

John was reading you a bedtime story. Well, that wasn't entirely true. You kept squirming and jumping; refusing your Concerta pills and melatonin gummies like a bloody energy junkie.

"c'mon, mah bairn..." He utters as you relentlessly continue the playful assault on your stuffed bear, wrestling it out of boredom.