First get a perfectly decent crash pad. Next, find the most awkward way to crash in it.


Finally, throw all the covers off. In my case that means managing to wriggle out of my sleep suit, Houdini style. You can ask how I do it, but the best magicians never tell.


Mummy and Daddy often find me asleep across the cot like this with my legs dangling through the bars. Or up one end with my compadres, the elephant and zebra painted on the headboard.


Well, it’s my bed. And now I’m going to lie in it. Night night!